Photo: Collingwood, one of those scenes that forces you to live in the present moment.
It was this light,
grey, I suppose,
that filled all my eyes
with the present moment.
I tire in the past,
I get lost in the future,
but if I grasp it, I do not get tired of the present.
Yet I constantly escape from it.
photo: even the sky is special in the Atacama desert, Chile
We often lived in advance
or looked back in time but
rarely lived in the present moment.
What use was this grammar of tenses?
We would have done better
to learn the present.
photo: Te Waikoropupu Springs, Takaka, Golden Bay, on the trail leading to the pure waters of Pupu Springs, you don’t know what to expect until you arrive
We were going somewhe
but we didn’t know where
and we went anyway
every step of the way
one second at a time,
or years, who knows
how long is the path?
but when we would reach the end
we would say to ourselves “already there?”
photo; Marahau (windy gardens) Abel Tasman national park, Goden Bay, savouring the moment.
at the beginning
we would do whatever was necessary
to follow what we thought was history
and one’s fate
asking profound questions
about every single second
or the before and after of the world
we would think about everything
but we wouldn’t live much.
When we would wake up to the world
we would try to live every second
but there wouldn’t be that many left
and the past would be bittersweet.
photo: art, free from nature
Time, what a strange thing
Perhaps a little like the wind
that blows slowly
when I await the other,
which fiercely lashes
my grand emotions,
which surprises me or hangs in the air
from time to time,
and will simply come to a halt one day.
