The Here And Now

These thoughts are dancing through the hollow
cylinder of my mind as translations of time

                                   (paused)

into the experience of being…a poet
and tomorrow has gone into extinction
as this moment has captured eternity’s glass eye
where I see reflections of no escape
peering through windows scraped

                               by the fingertips of yesterday.

And right here, right now I sit in the middle
of an empty room filled with crowds
                           of inspiration.

They don’t see me because they are absent
shadows of my surroundings.


A blind girl captures the fragrance of sight
as she feels her way through the aroma
        of distant stares.

She is amazed at their beauty
simplified in perfect fragments of…ignorance
as her description and movement is being
written by a stranger who knows her well
poetry is her brail and I read her brilliance
knowing her footprints will not fade
                       into tomorrow’s disappearance.

And right here, right now I study
the sands of time as they blow wildly
through visions I’ve never been introduced to
                       
                         before.

The blind girl surrounded the enigmas
who enhance their eye movement with every
step of her silence realize they are the blind ones
who are forgetting the importance
of the now as they look forward
to a memory that will be forgotten
in never promised winds of tomorrow


and I sit in a crowded room of emptied existence
                      with thoughts dancing through the hollow
cylinder of my mind frantically writing this all
                    into a poem

blind of time.

©2009
Tarringo T. Vaughan