The Present

I stand
as Janus
in the portal
of the
midnight hour

Behind lies a myriad
of experience
memories
sadness and gladness

Before lies a miasma
of golden opportunities
dreams in the making
wonder
excitement

But it is in the stillness
of this moment
that all
is possible
tangible
precious

Past has had its day
Future is yet to be
Each day is a gift
so it is called
The Present