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.