why wait for now to pass?
always living in to be—
tomorrow is not where we are, ever
each minute, hour, a chance
encounter we can’t foresee
full of spans impossible to measure
where am I? here and now
and no place else—out or in,
over or under, it doesn’t matter
each fragment itself whole–
each moment contained within
the present completeness of forever
I haven’t written a kerf poem in awhile. The W3 prompt this week, a response to Burden of Time by A. J. Wilson, also has the restrictions of 12 lines or less, and the use of the word fragment. The kerf, a 12-line poem, was just right. You can read A. J. Wilson’s poem here.
Illustrations are two variations on the seed of life motif.