From Where I’m Sitting

From where I’m sitting
I see grass
not only grass
but twigs and small sticks
not only twigs and small sticks
but leaves, brown and yellow
not only leaves, brown and yellow
but a circle of treetops
not only a circle of treetops
but a narrow dirt path
not only a narrow dirt path
but a woman on her morning walk
not only a woman on her morning walk
but white and purple clovers
not only white and purple clovers
but burrs, bark, and branches
not only burrs, bark, and branches
but stillness
not only stillness
but pools of anxiety
not only pools of anxiety
but currents of sadness
not only currents of sadness
but the debris of memory
not only the debris of memory
but appreciation for the narrow dirt path
not only appreciation for the narrow dirt path
but attachment
not only attachment
but letting go
not only letting go
but just being here
without the but and not only
the gift of a moment
I’m still wishing
would last
forever

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