enjoying this moment, stillness
with a hint of playfulness,
as i lay on my stomach, wait for a
much awaited package from my favorite author,
a gift from a beloved friend back home.
listening to a slow folk song, remembering
what it is
to be myself.
there’s freedom here, in this moment.
no idea what i want to be when i grow
just that i’m reaching
on tippy toes.
he asks me, have you been writing lately?
i have, i suppose, but only in my head
another asks me, have you been writing lately?
no, i’ve been observing, collecting, focusing on the present,
a wholly new sensation for my mind.
Image is not mine.