Ergo Sum

In the breath of this moment,

I have only time enough to breathe.

Like the ghost of a vapor,

Shipwrecked on the shores

Of the ephemeral sea.

This instant, this second,

This volatile sense of existence,

Is all I have to shelter me

From what was and is and what could be.

Yet for its fleeting,

It spans the unthinkable, yawning chasm,

Of innumerable frames of this;

And somehow links our destinies

In a barrage of comings and goings.

Its unseen tendrils hold us back

From that ledge of Hamlet’s sleep.

That edge of every thought and sight;

The privilege to which we all have a right.

In and out, my moments go,

To and from my lungs;

Apart from this, I only know,

Hic diem est 
Ergo sum.