Arriving
I keep arriving in the present moment
but whoops there it goes again.
Arriving doesn't stay put.
Is it impossible to really arrive in now?
As to that
I've not arrived at a conclusion
I am here.
It's somewhere I've arrived at
but orbits and galaxies and all space are moving.
Relatively. Relativity-ly.
So here is gone.
Whoops there it goes again.
Arriving doesn't stay put.
It does seem impossible to really arrive in here.
Though as to that,
I've not arrived at a conclusion.
Fatal to feel one has it all sorted,
that one has arrived.
But suppose the fatal feeling
is to feel
that one has arrived at not arriving?
I'm pretty sure I've not arrived.
Nor have I arrived at not arriving.
This may mean that I have arrived
at not arriving at not arriving.
But as to that
I've not arrived at a conclusion.
Harry O'Neill
Mon 1st Jul 2013 16:19
Dave,
I love this kind of philosophical-ity in a poem, It gives us all a much-needed knock off our complacent certainty.