Hipochryfa’s hankie
Trampled in the mud.
But she can’t move on
Through the ever-flowing present
Spewed into a full-stop
By the roaring flood.
And they all told her,
Stop living in the “now” -
Move on, somewhere, somehow ...
All your tomorrows
Are, were, always will be
All around you
Coming to get you
Past engorged by present
Your forever future
clinging there
Voices shouting “Now! Now! Now!”
stuck
In the vice of Time.
by Edwin Heath
