today is long gone,
longer than you would guess,
and reading this, now,
now is a memory

now is being played out
in a lingering farewell
between your ashes
scattered in the sea,
separated by currents

now is being played out
in empty space

now is being played out
in a tiny dot
made from everything

but all that is later,
all now is later,
and you are its vessel,
bright as the clay
that forms you,
collecting each moment
like a river catches rain

i watched a man
jump out of a plane
without a parachute

skinny dipping
in the sky