Sonnet II. Always Right Now

My body is at the beginning and end
of time. The past is memory’s invention,
the future angst or hope: present is movement
making me, my life yearning the expression
of momentum breaking the seal of the Now;
this blood and flesh thirsting for the moment’s start,
and like an implacable ice-breaker’s bow—
arrives, arrives! For what’s time without a heart?
Here is the last spoken syllable of verse.
Life and time erupt from me like shoots from earth.
This body is the skin of the universe
expanding towards eternity since birth.
If this I hold true every instant is mine:
not to seize or forget time—to become time.