In the calculus of now, nothing can
be learned, no process to create
a model of some A plus some B
or some A minus some B equaling
a definite C. Taught the way poems
and plays and stories teach that impeccable
cosmic logic beyond the realms
of logic though with the certainty
of conclusions. Who can say how now,
with its delightful, insidious results
comes to be? Not me. I can say, “This
is this and that is that” but know nothing
of how I am in this moment, know there
is no way I could have predicted
the certainty that is occurring.
Not that I believe in some divine plan,
but I do believe in some divine mystery
that keeps seducing me into here
and now and the next moment to follow.
-Byron Hoot
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