To exist in the present moment is to exist in contentment to command no extremities of emotion and take deep breaths calmly.
I felt content today. Like I’ve walked along a bay with fresh salty sea air and the wind gently pattering my face.
I felt like I’ve stepped along a shore leaving no trace in the sand.
Like I’ve welcomed the embrace of the wild wind.
And, like a child, laughing and smiling and tumbling in the crumbling sand without a care in the world.
Except the present moment.
I get so caught up in the heavy whirlwind of everyday life most of the time but sometimes there's a fleeting moment when I see myself in almost third person - most often when I'm witnessing something beautiful and I don't want the moment to end or when I'm in a particularly difficult place and there's a break: a rustle in the leaves or the song of a bird and I breath in these moments of quiet peace. That fleeting presentness is what this poem is about!