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At the moment I'm writing,
presently I'll be considering my future.
Currently I’m engaged in doubtful speculation.
Right now I’m fine
I’ll just nod in case you feel awkward.
Just now you and I seem to be connected,
but it’s a short poem.
I’m walking down a street and I trip.
A car screeches to a stops over me.
I’m all right but as I look up
into the guts of the machine
at all those connecting systems.
Power steering, breaks, and cooling,
they echo something
about myself that’s essentially
I stare into the mechanical beast and absorb this bond without understanding it,
when I realize If I stay here
I will be crushed by the wheels or the differential
I grab hold of the engine struts
pull myself up into a
a small cavity in the engine bay,
I’m seared and chocked by heat and fumes,
And afraid that I’ve stained my clothes
I might get caught between some belt and pulley
However I have somewhere for the moment.
I’m surprised but I’m feeling good.
Presently I'm involved in a number of ideas,
but you'd really call them issues.
At this time there seems to be little more to say.
But no doubt I'll talk like I'm thinking myself alive.
Right now I can tell you that whole deal with the car
was not meant to say anything about you and
what you’re like to spend time with.
If I spend time I’m not going look for change.
I know any moment now
some moment may offer itself
in some extraordinary way.
And I will be lost again.
But then I look at my surroundings and
it’s clearly like a movie
or I’m making a movie about someone in an engine compartment.
Without warning the bonnet opens
I’m standing up and getting out
Then handed long lead
with a complex plug on the end.
There’s a socket in the car that’s obviously made for it.
I wonder if there's a sexual metaphor in this imagery
But without a thrill I plug it in to the connection
my eyes follow the cable
to a large diagnostic machine
on it’s screen is a diagram of the car’s systems.
Some sections of the vehicle are flashing red.
There is a box on the screen that says Fix Problem,
assuming it’s a touch screen
I press on the text box
but as my hands are greasy the screen is now blotched.
The car roars into life,
revving so loudly that I’m scared something will come loose.
I look at the screen
but I can’t see through the black smudges
the rag I use only smears more grease over the screen.
Suddenly everything goes quiet
I look at the screen
I notice that there are peel away screen protectors.
I peel the top layer aside and the screen reveals the problem is fixed
all the systems are green again I very relieved
then I remember it’s a movie it’s only a movie and that nothing is fixed or even wrong.
Currently I’m concentrating on what I’m doing.
For now I’ll just let it slide
Presently I’ll be occupied.
Is this moment one to cherish?
Perhaps not if I have to ask.
Concurrently I’m winning and loosing
For now that will suffice, how about you?