At times
Things feel
Scattered
Other times
Whole
We are amnesiac
To the intertwine
To the wind and rewind
The repetition of events and words and thoughts
That become who we became and are becoming
We are existing at once
Before
Ahead
Now
The culmination of all things done
Merges with future movements
We can’t know
Our Akashic Record
Everything is broken
We think
We look back to when it wasn’t
When
Wasn’t it?
Hit the karmic undo button
Return to
Other times
“Weren’t those the good ol’ days”
We ask
We are sure they were
What now
We wonder
How can we fast forward
To change
Is it all the same day anyway?
The very moment
The very breath
Your exhale there
My inhale here
Overlap
In the dark
Tangle
Dissipate
At times things feel
Scattered
Other times
Whole.
Other times come
Other times go
Day is night is day.
Eventually.
From the And Now Poetry collection © 2021, Mary Corbin.
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and first appeared in Spiritual Tree. Photo by Ben White.
mary corbin writes 