Present (Tense)

It’s hard when truth lies

beaten and bloody upon the ground, gasping its last breath

and words that meant everything,

are falling from tainted lips.

We are lost, drowning in kaleidoscope worlds

of our own making,

wanting to breathe in spite of it all,

desperately searching for a way out.

The sands of time are moving fast,

prone to lightning and cold winter wind – 

its very nature extolling us to be brave,

to lift up truth, no matter what,

for there is no sweeter burden

in the age of now.

Winter curves captured in Stanley Park (Vancouver, B.C.), offering respite in the age of now.

I was inspired to write this poem when I saw an advertisement for our local news station (Global) promoting itself as a reliable tool for “navigating the now”.