i too often fail
to pay attention
there are too many distractions
so much to do
but i’m getting better at resting
the trick is one of balance
the way one places their feet
just so
i know only to make
myself available
i just keep walking
i rehearse the words
try to remember how it felt
when you touched me
make note of when the season changes
the quality of light
the shift in birdsong
the way the air moves
i forget how little changes
and how much
how often i discover
beauty when I least expect it
how beauty is a gift
my hands sift
i miss being awake
late at night
i miss when everything was
less insistent
i want to be asleep
before the storm comes
