Now Poem by Mary Champion

What is Now?
Now is the hour…
Now is the winter of our discontent.
Now is a chameleon - ever changing.
Once the anticipated future,
emerging as the pulsating present,
soon to be the fading past.

Now is the in thing;
the present moment of time;
the latest fashion;
the newest trend.
the fresh feel of Now
is our only real-time experience.

Now is when the wave function collapses;
when the fate of Schrödinger's cat is revealed,
when we finally discover the speed,
or the position, of an electron.

Now! is the despotic command
of our childish impatience.
Now lasts for less than a Planck time,
yet now is eternal
for now is all it ever is.
Right now is all we have
for Now.