An Abundance of Absence

Flow of time parts to current of images
Each play upon memory--past and future
Memory--bringing to mind
As if 't weren't enough to process in present without
Then again, 't is that which underwrites depth
Provides a field, a stage to present dance

Grasping for it, we seize nothing
Violent siege occults the prize
Fleeting its reflections, images
A pack of rabid will-'o-the-wisps; flickering
Does the caprice of memory induce doubt?

Must we deny our field of possibility, ambiguity
Because it evades our predatory advances?
To take the possible from possibility
What gain is here but madness, a neutered noun