our now must come to then

now all the fingers of this tree(darling)have 

hands, and all the hands have people; and 

more each particular person is(my love) 

alive than every world can understand 

 

and now you are and i am now and we're
a 

mystery which will never happen again, 

a miracle which has never happened before– 

and shining this our now must come to then 

 

our then shall be some darkness during which 

fingers are without hands; and i have no 

you: and all trees are(any more than each 

leafless)its silent in forevering snow 

 

—but never fear(my own, my beautiful 

my blossoming)for also then's until 

 

[E.E. Cummings {1894-1962} 'now all the fingers of this tree(darling) have', from Poetry]