Presence

Your hands slipped

Across the moon

You had held so tightly

You had muddied your waters

Too many times

You had chased dreams

Almost under compulsion

But none of that mattered now

Your stride finally slowed down

You understood Time

And it disappeared then.

You saw people differently then

And they felt deeply seen

They flocked to you

For they needed this witnessing

But you were missing,

Already gone

All that remained was a quality

Of Presence.