Being Now Poem by Midnight Clarity

Wind rippled just the surface of the grass
a gentle movement to open eyes
shut down by business, turned so far
forward to the goals that others
made so paramount
the tunnel shut out
all the light and life of now,
draining dreams to ashes
that would clog the throat,
would starve the spirit
to a wraith, would carve
away the joy as surely
as a surgeon’s knife
leaving wounds, not health,
to stagger in its wake.
How do we let this happen?
How does all the beauty
that is life escape us?
And we are torn between
the lead weights of the past,
the grasping of the future
as here and now
becomes a sheet of pain
beyond enduring
because we never
let it be.