This Is The Moment That Matters.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i walk out of the room
and stand beside the pillar
of this hallway
watching the bamboos swaying
to the wind

i stop
i think
and i wonder
the past comes rushing
the future unfolds
the present hands hold me
and i am comforted

the future is endless
with its opportunities
the past is a tree with ripe fruits
to remember
the present is a friend
whom you can confide

this is the world
this is the moment
it is the one that really matters
i touch it
and it touches me
with real hands.