Here Now

Where’s here for you, then?

If now is where it always ends,

the present is forgotten past.

So now is here.

And here is then.

And all these seconds strung across

All these minutes and hours and days.

We grasp for time even while we soak it in.

Never having felt enough.

Never being sated.

Since now is here and here is love,

We live in love now.

It’s us.