now

I love this now,
and this one,
and the now I carried
with me then,
when stumbling
upon that field
rampant with sunflowers
so bent upon echoing
the brilliancy of day,
they pressed themselves
flush against the belly
of the yellowing sky

and like photographs
of loved ones,
I tuck my nows
between book pages,
so that some days
when I do not like
a particular now,
an old one might come
tumbling out and ask
to sit and reminisce

© Sarah Whiteley

Just a quick thank you for all the support and positive energy around the release of my chapbook, No Direction But Home. I’ve set up a dedicated page (see Available Books above) which provides both a link to Amazon as well as a link to the Paypal option should you wish to have a signed copy.

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9 thoughts on “now

  1. I tuck things into books – scraps of letters or photos or just odd bits of things – and always love when I open those pages again – years later – to remember. Lovely wistful poem, Sarah. Really wonderful description of the field of sunflowers – K

  2. Great one Sarah,
    this ‘now’ is so elusive, would be great to have some good ‘now’ falling out of a favourite book at times needed

  3. “I tuck my nows between book pages” Yes.
    I tuck mine in between memories and hope they don’t get lost.

    I have your book now, by the way… love it!

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