The Only Time Was Now

the moon got me..

my only time was now

only "what's next?" and

"what's left?" in front of me

having fallen, Gump-like

into America-no-thanks-

Ginsberg-pre-post-

apocalypse, but now it all

sorted itself out like a snake

uncoiling in mid air, so, float

in marvelous life dream mirage

immanent moment, say, as when

she lays her arm on the back

of the couch and 

the whole room leans in.