How
Does now,
The present,
Cement moments
In increments
Of instants
That travel
Such a distance
At a standstill—
At speeds faster
Than time
Can capture?—
I’m fine
It’s just that after
I break
Down each action
I take
Into its
Smallest
Fractional state
I realize that that
Little while
I contemplate
Is already gone—

Whether I wait
Or move on