All We Have Is Now

A poem

Photo by Komarov Egor 🇺🇦 on Unsplash

In the middle of the Black Forest, you cannot hear the
cars on the highways that snake through the mountains,
and the towns are miles and miles apart,
and the birds sing a little louder,
and the trees dance as they whisper secrets;
I stumble upon graffiti etched into the side of a railing
in white paint. It says: all we have is now. Is it the work
of Mother Nature? A reminder from the universe? The
handiwork of kids…