Here And Now

Here And Now

A Poem

Cold.

A stark, white, blinded room.

Scattered rice patter of rain on the roof.

Alexa singing Love Songs somewhere.

Smells and tastes

in the air and on the tongue:

coffee and toast.

See,

what we have to realise,

what we have to understand,

to accept and live

by and for and within,

is this:

here and now

is all there is,

is all there ever was,

is all there ever will be.

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