stairs to a flooded lot

thanks for the inspiration a shawn.

i can't help but wonder

how long this time called present

will last.

is it even lasting at all?

or is it giving way to itself

with every passing moment,

forever changing from

the unfathamable future

to the unreachable past?

what different beasts

the past and future are.

the past,

ever expanding and dead,

the future,

ever infinite and unborn.

and yet the least of them all,

our own very present,

is the most complex

to observe.

for although the present

is the only time we have,

it is the only time we lose,

the only time that slips through our grasp

and yet pours down upon us

all the same.

perhaps it is because

the present is alive,

perhaps not.

how strange is time,

as strange as rising stairs

to a flooded lot.