With terrible visual effects,
Fatboy Slim explains evolution
and ends it all with a fat joke.
But now I’m flashing back to 1998 —
20 years ago — and I’m supposed to be
writing about now, the moment
Right here, right now I am cranky
and have things I can’t tell you
and a black-and-white dog
wedged into a corner
of the black-and-white couch.
Right here, right now I dread
walking the dog, flashing forward
an hour from now, into the sleet
or whatever that is outside.
Right here, right now,
I have things I can’t tell you
and a mind that doesn’t speak Now.
Today’s prompt at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads was to write about being in the moment.
8 thoughts on “Right Here, Right Now”
This is a fabulous response to the prompt. I loved it, especially the black and white dog on the black and white couch.
Sometimes it just gets crappy but still you gotta walk the dog. I enjoyed this.
I enjoyed this one!💜 Sometimes it can be difficult to get the dog to respond and figure out what is causing the poor thing to act so moody.. 😊
I just love that escape back in time… every moment contains a bit of present a chunk of past and sometimes a dread of what future might bring… it’s like we carry three different times along with us.
Yes, so often! My 12-year-old daughter now meditates every morning, but I don’t have the patience for it.
I’m glad my dogs hate the rain – those are days we are “in and out” in a flash 🙂
Mine hates rain, too … but she loves snow!