The past is like a frozen lake
which never makes the slightest wake
yet it can seem to ebb and flow
in ways it should or shouldn’t go.
The future’s neither dark nor bright
and even those with second sight
can’t see beyond the was and now,
that logic never could allow.
What’s now won’t ever last too long,
departing like a haunting song,
and all I’ll say about today
is it’ll simply melt away.
So if the past does not exist
then somehow it must still assist,
for if the past could disappear,
we’d never know about it here.
Don Nigroni, a retired economist, received a Bachelor’s Degree in Economics from Saint Joseph’s University and has a Master’s Degree in Philosophy from Notre Dame. His short fiction has appeared in Ambit, Asymmetry Fiction, Theme of Absence, Mystery Tribune, Rune Bear, 365 tomorrows, Free Flash Fiction and 50-Word Stories and his poetry has been published by Candelabrum and Mystery Time.