Ron's Poem

We live
in an evolving past
minute by minute,
year by year.
Becoming . . .
from what was.
We unify yesterday
today and tomorrow
through intuition,
not science.

In the interstices
art is now, past
and present alike.
though so illustrated
the mystery remains.
As Gauguin said,
Where Do We Come From?
What Are We?
Where Are We Going?

Ron Kuykendall