As much as I can I try to catch myself before I fall, or drift off into a place
That’s hard to escape and that’s my head, where chaos and to-do lists exist.
Where anxiousness persists. “Come back!” Is what I tell myself,
Look around! You’re surrounded by wealth. Green trees and blue skies will
Always override the internal dialogue that sends my emotions on a landslide
“Come back!” Is what I tell myself. Be here now! It’s all you have and all you’ll
I run the hill every morning up to Washington Park. In my head because I’m slower than the day before. “You shouldn’t have stayed up so late.” Do you remember what you ate? “What about that glass of wine you drank?
“Come back!” Is what I tell myself.
And when I get to the top of the hill, I see those same kind faces, even in their old ages, moving their body in synchrony, peacefully.
Present in the moment. And I’m reminded, be here. Be grateful.