In Search of my Presence
Where are you?
My present
My gift
So apparent
But so transient
From one side, the roaring past
With the tidings
The things that happened
The things that did not
But should have
The anger
The frustration
The resentments
Overwhelm you.
On the other side
The ever-encroaching future
The dreams bootstrapped with fear
Apprehension and what ifs
So fragile you are
My present
The annotator of my life
Tossed between the past and the future
You the sacrificial lamb
To feed the assumptions
The convictions
And the annotations of my life
As my future
Slowly and slowly
Becomes the past
My presence
You
My ever-moving horizon
Is nothing but a line in water.
((*.*))
January 15, 2002
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