a Conflux of Times

reality is such a garbled mess.
tomorrow seems so familiar,
today i'm lost.


what dreams are these:

that we see and understand
better than the realities that are thrust upon us.

the present is incomprehensible.
dreams have such specificity
yet, in pondering there is full cognition of their intricacies.
looking forward creates an understanding.

when the future becomes the now
past speculations
point toward present realizations
which have already been known.

the only time that is ever real
is when today,
yesterday,
and tomorrow
become one.