I’m a traveler —
attached only to the place
tethered to my now.

That’s the only place
that exists in any real sense.

The past has no reality 
in the present - not really.

It’s a ghost,
a dim and fuzzy figment.

Only thorns of the moment 
can prick me.

Past disasters hold no sway,
& 
future calamities are acts
of imagination.