No Now Poem by Paul Butters

No Now



They say there is no Now.
It was Lost
As soon as I typed
These words.

Yet Now is with me now:
A state of flux,
Ebbing and flowing –
Constant change.

Yes time moves on
As I’m typing now.
Well I was,
A moment ago.

How weird.
My Mum is snoring,
Sitting next to me
But soon will be awake
For lunch.

So much for Now.
It will be gone:
Consigned to history indeed.

There is no Now
Yet Now I type.
A simple fact of life.
And soon it will be lunch.

This poem is history now,
Before I even finish.
But Mum is now awake!
Time for lunch.
Right now!

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