Now
First time readers of this poem,
don’t know what’s yet to come.
And those who’ve read it all before
of the future, still are dumb.
As you read each line of this poem
and it moves into your past,
those lines yet remaining
are in your future cast.
There’s no such thing as the present;
there’s an infinite future and past.
The future has not yet happened,
and what’s gone is future passed.
A brain doesn’t know what’s in store;
to survive it whistles and hums.
Detecting sequences of cause and effect,
it remembers them for likely outcomes.
Notes by the author
There is, of course, such a thing as the present, but it is not a fixed entity. It is a concept used to describe the gap between what has happened so far, and that which has not yet happened.
I suspect this 'gap' is different for everyone in the following respects.
Firstly, the length of the gap is shorter or longer depending upon ones capacity for holding memories of recent events and future probabilities already foreseen.
Secondly, it depends on the speed at which occurring events can be processed, analysed and comprehended.
Thirdly, it depends on our past experience, since comprehension of new events will depend upon those experiences.
Finally, I believe that anything a person thinks of is in their 'present', or put another way, the 'present' is the same thing as the 'conscious'.
That's all for the present!