Poem — Living in the now
I’m learning how to live in the now.
The present is a gift, they taught in school,
All art of living ideologies point to this tool,
Yet, life snowballs quickly,
We grow afraid of failures,
We become too cautious,
Too sincere, too serious, too prepared,
Too practical, too mature,
Too responsible,
Too too.
Somehow, sometimes,
This cycle breaks, momentarily.
If we observe just a teeny bit,
We could push those moments,
To last just a tinge longer.
Enter bliss.
In surprising taxi drivers with an unusually large tip,
In asking a nurse how her day is going,
In staring into a stranger’s eyes for two seconds longer,
In silently enjoying my muddy feet dripping in the rain,
In smiling more, in smiling often,
In being aware of how my body responds to someone’s touch,
And in being half a notch extra defiant in giving a compliment,
I’m learning to live in the now.
