Past, Present, Future

Present tends to become past

before I notice its arrival.

I am so busy mulling the future,

distilling down the possible problems that tomorrow could bring

that I don’t hear the doorbell ringing.

Now becomes then

and I’ve already skipped ahead

to try and read the ending

so present in stuck somewhere between the previous pages

where I’m not looking.

Daily Post: Present

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