who feels it knows it

 

Dear Ghosts,

Maybe this is it, anyway:

slips, wisps,

fragments,

snatches,

who feels it knows it.

Glints.  These things make up the now, perhaps.

She says:  Relationship.

I think:  Acting on impulse?

I wonder:  Filtering?  Can we even pretend to?

Is this the now, the infinitely small sub-particles that could make the present?

PS

Let's feel it again.