It inhales me and soon will exhale.

Photo by the author.

Browsing through the past
I finally find the courage
to connect with the present.
Acknowledge my breath
and the world around me.
It inhales me and soon
will exhale.
What will happen now?
What happens now?
What is happening?

Too often I try to remember
or predict. The alternative
seems irrelevant compared
to infinite possibilities
and nostalgia of the past,
yet this moment, when they all
come together is beautiful.
The sun sets leaving my feet cold.
I touch the grass. I am here.

Original poem in my notebook. View to the other side of Arthur’s Seat, Edinburgh.