In This Moment

downhill the water flows as consistently

as a new day always appears...  it flows

around rocks and trees and off a cliff

sometimes like a waterfall...  it flows into

the valley at the feet of the mountaintop

from which it had originated...  and in the

lowlands forms creeks that turn into streams

that turn into lakes and used for recreation;

around the lake the locals have parked their

campers and erected their tents and made

their campfires on which to cook the food

they are hoping to catch in the lake or stream...

some of these visitors go hiking around the

trails while others made their own path...

some go swimming in the cold waters while

other float on the water they must move 

with their own physical strength...  others

lay on blankets in the hopes of changing the

color of their white skin of which they appear

to have grown tired...  and, when the light of

day narrows into darkness, these visitors

huddle around their campfires telling stories

of how it used to be...  and, how it used to be

always seems more glamorous that how it is

today...  right here and now...  in this moment.

15 July 2022