The nowness

everyday feels remarkable

that's not to say special

but rather

that i am missing something

essential

it was a birthday

i think

or the day i kissed james

in the wegmans

or the wal-mart

whatever

it meant something i think

a talisman chiming 

against 366 others

these days and days are spells

slipped from the grimoire

a knowing lost

scraps of parchment left behind

blowing in new patterns and 

then away

the nowness of the moment

so terribly present