The present - the right now - is all there really is I suppose - in terms of anything physical. The past is a memory and the future is simply a supposition. "past" and "future" are abstract nouns but the grammatical placement of "present" in that same bracket has never sat comfortably with me. "Common noun" denotes things you can see and touch, so surely the present falls entirely in line with that reasoning - perhaps more so than anything else. Not sure, and excuse my ramblings. Thoughtful work, as ever.

A serene type of poem. We should all count our blessings, I do every day, sometimes I have to count them twice or hold on that bit harder but this poem shows we all have times we relish in and it shows.
Take care