you

The poem is about the present moment.

Hmm... I don’t mind if I do.
But to place my stuff, I’ll need an agent.

I experienced a particularly radiant
moment yesterday, thinking of you—
a moment

of tenderness, glimpsing a yarn bracelet
in the grass, wet with dew.
But I was supposed to call my agent

to arrange submissions and readings I’m too ardent
to pay adequate attention to.
The poem is about the present moment,

the eternal now—remembered only as a recent
event. The bird flew.
That was what I needed to tell my agent.

A deer walked by my stand, but I was too impatient
to wait, and now I've got no clue
what tune to hum about the present moment.
All I know is: got to fire my agent!