Now

A Poem by Aphinion

Thought is a weird thing

This moment is now, or so I think,
The date agrees, it is not tomorrow, or yesterday, or last Friday
But today
All past days have gone to leave this one
This very day, pulled from eons of time, is today's day, the only day
It is now
But it is also tomorrow, and yesterday, and last Friday
Because today is not just a day
It is a place that holds all we are, all we have been, and all we will be
So in this moment, it is today, and solely today
But today is now, and tomorrow, and yesterday, and last Friday
It is everything, laid out as one, and viewed through a crack in the wall