In the Moment 9/18/10
I’m cutting string beans for stew,
listening to music.
I am present.
I’m listening to music,
cutting string beans for stew.
I am present.
I am in the moment,
dreaming,
as if the present is all.
I am the sum of my moments.
Why forget them?
A moment of pleasure,
the product of fate,
a wish to remember.
My thoughts are sailing,
future to past,
and back,
in the moment.
I conjure a witness to the dream,
the shared fate,
only the other can corroborate.
My mind,
a dream projector.
My witness,
a projection.
Then there is Facebook.