I am sitting on the riverbank,
watching rocks cleave the
running water and thinking
of all the times I allowed the
moment to slip within my hands.

It's not a healthy process,
to lament the past or forecast
the future, and so I am learning
how to divide my time between
the two; to find the moment
that lingers in the centre.

There is progress to be made,
if you sacrifice some time for today.
I have music playing as I stare
up at the ceiling, I have friends
waiting to heal me at the bar.

I am catching trains to London
and back, trading secrets for living
with those who have seen me grow.
I am trying for a new wave of thinking,
a way to revive that former youthful glow.