Answer Me That Poem by Lonnie Hicks

There
just so,
just beyond
the shadow.

I saw it-
a single sprite-
dashing,
hiding
effervescent.

Running quickly
I can just glimpse
it rounding
the enclosement
threatening
to break out
and be gone
to Futurement
escaping
from me here Now-

gone away
from my pursuit
abandoning
Me to Me
and my meager light
in this Now..

Always the chase
always the escape
always the Sprite
hauls away to the Future
never being captured
in this,
the Now.

How my nourishment-
will
my Future be
if I am starved of it
in my current Now?

How born
is Dread
in this Now
because of this?

I cannot be
or become the Future Tense
if I have no Now.

Also, I can have no Future
if I had not been born.

My past then
is essential
obviously,
to both my Future and
my Now-
all these
seem to be in the Mix.

Somebody tell me this:
If I am
or feel like nobody Now
how can there be a Future me?

Answer me that.

If I am severed from my past
how can there be my Now
or my Future state?

More pointedly
it becomes clear,
at least to me,
I have to borrow from my Future
to sooth my Now's despair
and to placate
my Past
which harbors sorrows there.
And if I can borrow from my future
then it must too be there.
So said Einstein.

Ok.

I have answered me that.