by Tanya Southey   Dec 30, 2019

This poem existed
in the future,
but now you are reading it
in the present,
and that first line
is already in the past

A frontier of letters
waiting to be shaped
and put in order
to become someone’s now

And then a memory

A ticker tape of time
that keeps slipping from
when, to now, to then

We held the future
in our minds
until it was no more

And then we watched it
slip away like a sailboat
over the horizon

Gone to find the territory
of memory.

© Tanya Southey


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  • 1 month ago

    by Brenda

    I love how you worded this, the past, the present, the future...very cool. Nominated!

    • 1 month ago

      by Tanya Southey

      Oh thanks Brenda! I so appreciate it :)