Presence

I'd planted one foot in my past, away,

The other fishing 'round a future year;

But I had only wasted my today,

So I must now regain my footing here.

Just-after-sunset I have just enjoyed,

Despite the gnats that nip upon my ear;

Magenta-orange waves upon the tide

Submerge and cleanse regret and far-off fear.

Perception of the Big Man’s soulful sax

In this forever-never-then of now:

I think not what my soul's connection lacks,

But revel, revelations to allow.

Two women on the seashore, in today:

 My present’s present - I may share their play.