Reality Is Now

Reality is

continually redefining itself.

In each new second

it realigns.

Tiny pieces and parts are snapping

like so many disciplined soldiers

coming to attention.

Each momentary new reality

exults

as the Master of time

passes in review.

Reality is here.

It is mine,

until the next moment arrives.

It is too fast.

There is no basking;

no waiting;

no savoring.

The moments come

and they are gone,

leaving only

a silent stop-motion daguerreotype

quickly fading

losing definition

losing shape

melting relentlessly

into the past;

memory the only evidence

of now’s brief existence.

It is now, then not now.

Another now,

and then another.

All the former nows

line the corridors of my life story.

Reality is

faux furniture

that has retreated

to become trompe l’oeil.

Illusion

Perception

Fooling the eye

Pretending to be

something it is not.

Reality beckons us forward

Onward

Upward

into the next now

and then the next

and then…

now becomes then