In the Present Moment

I try to breathe.

And ...I try to breathe.

I stare at my old thesis work.

(now crunched and wedged between the house and a bush)

I notice that the wire I've allowed to rust 

simulates the wood pile.

I take a closer look.

I see that the moon needs dusting...

and wonder what those markings symbolize on that bell.

I get distracted thinking that once I thought

I understood...

but realize I may never fully comprehend.

I attempt to be...

back in the moment.

and breathe.

(and create)

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(while listening to this)...

I Chased the Sun

After a nurturing

cloudy rainy rolling thunder high in the sky

kind of yesterday,

this morning I awoke

and chased the sun.

I found it

peering through

my bedroom window...

streaming past the dining room chair

onto the wall I call an easel...

catching the translucency

of the glass beaded bowl

that hold my vitamins

on the kitchen counter...

resting on the back of the piano...

that sparked the thought

to play some
Mindy Gledhill

because

sometimes
that's
what I do...

and then I decided

to venture outside...

where I used it's magic

to steep some wild berry tea I concocted

in a large
old
pickle jar...

until I noticed
the sun had found

a spot

to skip through the forest
straight towards
the fire pit...

given the optimal view

I indulged in a little

light reading about the

human brain...

when I discovered the

remnants from the overnight rain...

I realized it was
the perfect setting...

for this guy or gal

(who I shall call Walrus)

to cruise

along the pea gravel path...

at which point I knew

this was the perfect place
to create
and pull from my inspiring morning
of chasing the sun.