Right Now
Every shadow punctuates
Dots the landscape of now
With littered limbs of memory
Brought down in the cleansing
Bold strokes of every shade of grey
Written under the swirls of then and right here
Blink, they move
Sub-plot and backstory
Read from back to front
And between all lines
Hieroglyphics and dead languages
Signing with fingers from the sun’s burning
Rays
Written in plain sight
The story requires an interpreter
My eyes behold the pages
Written for today
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Thank you for reading here and at Gracetable.org. I have a post up there and I would be honored and humbled if you would join me there. Do you know this community? Gracetable? It is a favorite place on the internet. See you at Gracetable where I am happily a contributing writer.
elizabeth w. marshall 