“Life exists only at this very moment, and in this moment it is infinite and eternal, for the present moment is infinitely small; before we can measure it, it has gone, and yet it exists forever….”
Take me back, way back
to the quietness
of a summer evening,
watching the moths
circle the lights, when I was young.
A time when
everything was
black and white,
when I was only
beginning to test the gray,
where Jackson’s filling station
was the center
of what was happening
in my world —
a place where I could
get what I needed,
before I knew
what I wanted, but still meet my connection . . .
take me back
in the nighttime
I still hear the moment,