The Elusive Now

I dared to touch it with my hand

At once it wasn’t here

It instantly was in the past

Was in another sphere

 

I reached into the future

To see if it was there

There was a lock upon the door

To find the key – so rare.

 

I thought that it had come to me

I tried to hold it still,

But it had fluttered through my hands

The endless past to fill.

 

Where is this vanished piece of time?

How can we hold it near?

I have decided in my mind,

That now is never here.

 

And so, if now has never been

and past has disappeared

and future time untouchable

I wonder if I’m here.

           Jenny Bolto