In this moment
in this place
in this body
I am wistful
over days when
I could leap into action.
That was then.
In THIS moment
the motors of
the garage doors
clickety grind as
Neighbors come and go
they have someplace
else to be
I am here
in this place
in this body

in this place
in this body

“Do you have
a gratitude practice?”
she asked.
The wheelchair
helps me move
to the window
where the sun beams
the snow is heaped
over the pine trees
on the bluff
above the river
a dog
exclaims her existence
in the park
across the street
the bald eagle
scrapes lines
across the sky
my pulse
thrums rhythm
and all I can say
is “thank you.”
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In a minute
I must be ready
in a minute
he will arrive
in a minute
we will get into the car
in a minute
I will go to the doctor
in a minute
I will get the news
that is all in the future
right now
I am here
just sitting
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If I sink into
the now that is unfolding
there is joy