I may say we need to be present,
to feel alive in creation
Yet, in my blaming of the other,
I miss the target unseen
It is I who hurry, I too go out of my way,
to make everyone’s perfect day

A sudden glimpse reveals the secret, how to just presently be,
the model of life I point to so eagerly

I let the image of you disappear,
swallow my shadow raw
I stretch my ear and lean within
to become a silent, available soil

As I sit in silence, roots drinking from this newfound fountain, I see two golden lizards gracefully circling in a coil of bodies

That’s when, I savor the sweet taste of breathing