The day that lumbers on
The life that slips right past
And what of in-between?
No dragging on or rushing by
But the breathtaking pause.
The moment of, “I am here.”
Maybe my shadow slants long,
Or maybe it’s a shadowless noon.
Maybe there is verdant splendor
Or maybe there is me, in my body,
Breathing in and breathing out,
As my skin cushions the breeze.
And I am not dreaming, or hoping
Because it is all already here, inside,
And when I face the fear, and look,
I’m overcome: how very full it is. – TS