Stowaway

now’s integral of all that was…will be,
miracle bubble of fleeting transport
from here to there as metaphor and more,
from me to you and to our progeny

both literal and fictive, so at once
before me and after me, before us,
a thrust from behind, pull from far in front
of word’s silver slivered evanescence

if I knew what I was saying, I’d say
it much more smoothly than I do, these bumps
indicate I am halt and lame as I 
try to approach what’s nearest in me

presence contains me, I am stowaway
in  hold of now, cargo of this vessel