The bottle of now

Let’s choose one
They all flit around my ears and inside my eyes all the time anyway.
I’m told now has power
though these don’t seem like flowers
Plucking a single petal not so easy
when I could uproot every sprout
bright and rotted by moments
Splendorous yellow then crumbling to humus in an instant
Rather peerless in composition
The brilliant hue flourishes with notes of blackberry
a hint of oak
leaves shed onto the peat
cracking underfoot
a bite to the air
as the instant
the now
shifts to a ruin I must accept
those same notes feel wretched to the nose
and sickly to the heart
The now becomes managing
how I did this to myself
yet again