Upon Learning of a Book Called   The Power of Now — a book for our time, I suppose. Every one of us could write the rest from just that alone, not that I’m against it. Now is the water, the zeitgeist   we swim in — it’s what we’ve got and what we know, the only power in town, etc. But how about the Power of Later? Underrated, says me. The smooth-muscled cougar’s crouching,   lethal patience: later. Or a kindness forgotten, not quite forgotten: later. Or a long October afternoon, lining up the firewood, mostly maple. Just you wait.     © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont March 2012