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!
