NOW

TODAY is different than
yesterday, no different
then yesterday. NOW
wasn't a moment ago,
it is pressed against
cheese-cloth, sorting
milk from its fat,
leaving a glass full
of what life has made.

Yesterday is imagination.

I compare now to then,
compare the best of me
that I remember, those
brilliant accomplish
ments, & put them before
mirror - cause a reflection,
trying to find the same
in this fragile second.

Fortunately, there is only
NOW.

(© 2008 by j. m. Scoville)