there is the walking down old streets
with hot asphalt gray with the ages
and the stains of life poured out
it is all in the open without shame

there is the window with water marks
uncleaned but clear enough for this eye
shows budding trees amidst seasonal resurrection
while wind and bird compete for the sky

there is death in the hollow of every living thing
while life sparks hidden in empty crevices of the dead
cars move purposeless beside the old and the young
for the world is a buzz beneath the big, big blue

there is caffeine driven heart’s hope at work
who cares if it’s a fools false or real in the end
now is the best time to live away from past and future
with breath and beating beneath this brazen breast

there is always today, and today and today
forever present to the bounty of ticking time
well fed on what would and will be and is
fat on pregnant possibility

there is nothing but now…only now.