At this present time,
thoughts rise like falling
Sycamore seeds, caught
in a downward spiral
on a dizzying breeze,
which captures my breath
as I brace for impact.
I close my eyes tight
and steady myself.
As my senses slow,
I open my eyes and
I take everything in
like a panoramic view,
and the ebb and flow
of life births smiles new,
as each breath brings home
a sigh of relief
in this sacred now.
Past and future fade,
as I notice all
that I need to see
and hear in clarity.
My steady bold pulse,
the firm ground beneath,
crunching under feet;
As birds sing sweet songs,
the wind kisses my skin
and now is all there is.
©️Lizzie Bevis
