Now, Not Later

“We live in the future,” I say, as she checks her
Phone again for the weather. Two days from
Now, we will have to leave, and, after that, it's
Back to work, and, after that, we'll have to have
Savings to live on, and, after that, we'll die.
What of this morning beside the sea? The air
Is humid and warm, and our food, our Mexican
Eggs with peppers, and coffee, are satisfying,
Or they ought to be, and the long lines of waves,
And the sound of the gulls, and the still-cool
Squish of the cinnamon sand, the tap-dance
Music of Spanish spoken by guests and maids,
Aren't these wonderful things? Notice them,
Dear. Come live among them. The present is
Rich and real, while our futures are ghostly
And, honestly, very dull.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Read 16 times
Written on 2010-12-29 at 13:54

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text