Light of Present

I die everyday 
A complete annihilation 
So that every second
Births a new moment 
Of piercing wonderment 

Being blinded by the light of The Present
I can no longer 
Connect the dots to my past
Without arduous effort
All I see are shadows in grey ether

Or sometimes I can follow 
The bright thread of love
To this special memory or that
Then poof!--The Present beckons 
And the past is a mere apparition 

And I have never been happier
And I have never been more creative
With The Present as my companion
Allowing each moment to unfold
As it was ordained.

bjb 9/2021