now.

if I were able to
     give you the past,
          wrapped up like
          a present and given
          on Christmas Eve

or
     give you the future,
          either dream or
          reality, whichever
          you preferred

or
     give you some mix,
          some combination,
          of what was, once,
          and what is to be,

or
     give you neither
          as if time and
          space were under my
          command to give,

I would fail on all counts

because
     the truth is the
          future and the past
          do not exist, as such,
          in any meaningful way

and
     the bitter truth is this:
          there is no past,
          there is no future,
          they cannot exist.

it is always now.