Time - A Poem by J.A. McCormick

Time...
There is enough of it
If you believe it so.
Sufficient is the day,
Remember?

Watch out!
The world clamors.
There are a thousand tomorrows
To be looked out for!

But really, there are not.
There is just today.
Just now 
In fact.

But if you don't
Scheme and plan
And fret and frown,
You'll surely die!
How they drone on!

There is only one way 
To deal with bullies:
If death it is
Then death it must be!
After all,  
What alternative is there?
To hurry 
Is a kind of death:
To die to the only thing 
We really are -
Whatever that is.
And whatever it is,
It's now.
And if perceived at all,
It can only be perceived
In the space 
Just between nothing 
And all that we are not.
Can you find it?
Just there.
Just now.

Let the world
Fly away 
To the castles 
They build
Between the dark brown 
Earthy now
And all the light blue
Empty dreams
Of tomorrows
That will never come.

But let me die 
To all that is not now
Bury me deep
In the soil of today.
And remember when I'm gone...
That there is time
And plenty of it.
If you only believe
​That it is so.