I just finished a small series of pieces illuminating some favorite poems I have been finding in Emily Dickinson’s chronology of work. Here is one for your pleasure too:

How much the present moment means

To those who’ve nothing more–

The Fop–the Carp–the Atheist–

Stake an entire store

Upon a Moment’s shallow Rim

While their commuted Feet

The Torrents of Eternity

Do all but inundate–

ED, 1876, #1380 according to Johnson’s Chronology