This Moment Poem by Bengt O Björklund

Daring day’s dark profundity
I slow down,
facing what is inevitable.
Time’s trying process collides
with the very intention of expression,
the dance too subsides,
fortifying what must be said.

There is but this moment,
caught in the middle of history
and the best of all intention.
The distance between what has been
and what will inevitably come
only carries my name a short time.

Webs within circles of distraction
often hold my attention
as day follows moon
on its way to forgetfulness.
Electric nights of wakefulness
lights a huge watchful eye.

Dark smile that cuts across all
blows all earnest intentions
just the bit needed to light the hall
and the fuse that follows.
Never looking back
finds the wind irresistible.