Now

Sunshine hangs

on the sweet, subtle branches

of this moment.

A split second of fire, ice, indifference;

whichever lights the way as I wander

alone, under the deep blue sky

of today.

All this time,

I’ve shuffled the pathway

searching for absolute and unchanging

life.

But life is the sunflower that grows beyond the windowsill,

sometimes peaceful,

sometimes swayed by the wind

of a new day.

Ever real and beautiful, be the days before me.

Ever and always, may I be content

with life as it is

now.