The Present, A Cogitation

The Present is perpetual, emotionally eternal,

in spite of what William Shakespeare said,

about woman being a flower that blooms and fades

in the wink of an eye. The truth is otherwise.

A couple of pretty girls illustrate: Their swinging hips—

one wearing tight jeans with her belly button out,

bare skin all the way to her halter; 

the other in a flimsy short skirt

just covering her bum that jiggles, oh!

These girls are the world as it is, The Present.

Do they ever think of themselves as crones,

or as previous babies, burped over shoulders?

No, they are two delightful wenches

walking flames through a carnival evening.

The glory and beauty they had this morning

they will have tomorrow when they awake.

They know this is what they are and will be,

For the world keeps time, except when it doesn’t,

when it says to these girls: You are what exists now.

Hold fast! Beauties! Now is not only Now but the Future!