Time

Time[1]

Now, today, tomorrow, yesterday, those are measures of immediacy in time;
Measures that focus rather than diffuse;
That permit us to enjoy life and respect liberty;
That make it easiest to love and accept our fellow man.

Someday, last year, next month, those measures accommodate abstractions
That drive us away from who we are today;
From who we are with now, and, in the guise of planning for a better future,
Make it likely that better future will never be enjoyed, even if it is attained.

Those abstractions addict us and too frequently build walls,
Insurmountable frontiers, we can never re-cross.


[1] © Guillermo Calvo Mahé, Ocala, Florida 2004; all rights reserved

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