April 17, 2020

Eternal Arrival

It just came out of nowhere, he said,
this flash, this brilliance – and then . . .
it was gone again. Back to nowhere,
I guess. But where is that, exactly?
       
How do you know where nowhere is?
Is it, in fact? Is that not a contradiction
in terms? By definition, nowhere is not,
is it not? So you can't come out of it.

And you can't go back to it. There is
only now here. But even that is tricky:
When is now? You ask the question,
and then it is not-now; it is new-now.

As for here, where is that? Can't we
slice space into ever-smaller slivers, 
ad infinitum? Think on that: infinitely
small, that is, small without limits,

growing, if you can believe it, smaller
and smaller, but never reaching no-thing,
never crossing over to non-existence.
I am now here, she said. Blessed be.