Can you find me here?

Can you find me swell?

Can moments lead to moments and divisibly more moments?

She hears the ditch drain echo —

“Come, step forward into the grassy Now

Missing me as Now, because you never

Quite touch Now until it flees

Elsewhere, and by then it is

Was.”

Can you sense this provoked reckoning?

Can you find me swell?

Can the fair and foul be foul and fare?