The present moment is a woman whom
I love though I have been unkind to her,
inviting other moments to my room:
the past or future that I would prefer.
But she has been with me for all my life
despite my foolish infidelity,
and now I vow to love her like a wife,
not pine for days long gone or yet to be.
To all her loveliness I have been blind
while fretting for the future or the past,
but when I dwell on her I always find
new beauties, so the old ones needn’t last.
I’m working for the future, the past my teacher,
but love the present and can always reach her.
Mario A. Pita