Present, Tense

I am present, tense, expecting the
thump of memory in my back, the
wham of what will in my belly, as
each nanosecond blurs from
future into the now into the past
like a giant Newton's Cradle where
past and future hammer present to
make it appear to stay still.

But my lunch is in my past, the food
present in my gut from which in
good time it will reappear from
somewhere else.


For Desejo