A Better Time

As surely as the countdown begins our time is not our own

already there's the breath of the wind which bleaches bare the bones

of the deadlines we set, of the jokes we don't get

and forgetfulness that furrows the brow...

no I'll never find a better time

to be alive than now.

So I wake up, to remainder the dream

of personality and posture and face

for nothing can remain as it seems

in some perfect state of pure grace....

all we prize and protect only cause and effect

but I suspect the furrow may be guiding the plough

and I'll never find a better time

to be alive than now.

No better, no worse, much the same,

we wait on the why and the when;

no question but we'll go as we came

with no shift in the shape of the zen

and it is as it is and we take as we find

always next season's buds on the bough...

but I'll never find a better time

hard though it is to allow

I'll never find a better time

to be alive than now.

This is the life and we've only time

to be alive right now.