Dear Yesterday,
You begged to talk with me
but I am too busy with Today —
maybe we can catch up later —
if Tomorrow doesn’t treat me well
I will call to cry on your shoulder.
live now
It’s all here
Time — the abundance of now.
blackout poetry created from Cliff McNish, The Scent of Magic, 2001
Give & take
I was so in the present moment the past was no longer part
Come here
Don’t spend too much of your life avoiding the sharp edges of shattered dreams.