Now is all we ever know Its frame defines my home— as the eagle swoops to feed, I clasp this silly poem. Centered in my breath— observant, discovering now— before & later, I surrender— unrest, I won’t allow. Today rotates today tomorrow never comes remaining with my timeless now diminishes problems Why can't this be my best? Why can’t I choose it so? I can — I will — I make it now. My cup does overflow. There’s only one thing needful before all tasks, attempt, inhabiting the present scope from where I'm not exempt I cannot control another to see life differently, but I can change my point of view and from others' eyes, be free.
What Time Is It?