Just because we are doesn’t mean we always
Who ever convinced me but myself,
long yardstick held over my own head,
measuring down, not measuring up,
listening out instead of listening in.
This is the time, there is no other.
I sit in mindfulness,
at long last the Observer
of my own folly and fabulousness.
When a nagging voice queries,
Who said so? Is that right?!
quaking illusory future colliding
with enjoyment of the present,
I gently recall vermiculite beginnings
and all speak to me of purpose.
Mostly I am standing here in this moment
alongside past and future, animated ink blot
pausing time and space
to record, perchance to experience
the glory gift of this existence.