Here I stand
between two eternities.
One, unreachable, impalpable in nature.
Another, lingering, inciting memories of pain
or beauty, or happiness, or love
residing in the caverns of my psyche.
The future and the past.
But then, there is now–
so fleeting in its embrace,
yet ensnaring when acknowledged.
Wedged between two eternities spent before and after:
moments spent in cafes,
theaters, shopping malls, streets–
steps I’ve taken
retraced back to prior lives.
So foolish, then, to think
that I matter so much.