The Present

For the present there is just one moon,
though every level pond gives back another. 

But the bright disc shining in the black lagoon,
perceived by astrophysicist and lover,

is milliseconds old. And even that light’s seven minutes older than its source.

And the stars we think we see on moonless nights
are long extinguished. And, of course,

this very moment, as you read this line,
is literally gone before you know it.

Forget the here-and-now. We have no time
but this device of wantonness and wit.

Make me this present then: your hand in mine,
And we’ll live out our lives in it.

Michael Donaghy

My middle son is getting married on Saturday, and I get to read something
so we chose this tender love poem by Michael Donaghy, since the present moment is all we ever have, isnt it?

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