With This Moment

I was meant to wake up now
And not a moment sooner
Coffee in the alley
My favorite black suede boots
Resting on the empty seat
Under the table
across from me
Exploring new ideas
Haunting music drifting
Spectacular cool morning
Didn’t realize I was singing to Sweet Jane
When a guy walks by and says
“So you’re the voice I’ve been hearing in my head”
And I laugh and say
“Must be”
Then back to coffee and glancing between old brick walls and clear blue sky
I’m so obsessed with this life.
Why don’t we imagine
Often enough
When we think of the future
That unexpected bliss can actually happen
The way it’s happening for me now
Maybe some do
(I seldom did)
But hear I am
Splashing paint on canvas and concrete
Exploring new and old worlds
So damn obsessed with this present one I’ve found
Who would have thought
That it could all turn out to be
So spectacular?
And I pause
And think
Of all That lead me here
Everything, everyone I’ve ever known, every place I’ve ever been
And I must admit
a mental round of applause I give
For every interaction & experience
(breathlessly amazing or horrendously terrible)
that brought me to this moment
It’s all just one fascinating story
Difficult at times (but not boring)
And some how I’m adoring
The awareness that You each were imperative to bringing me to this present place in time
If it wasn’t for you
I wouldn’t be exactly here
Exactly now
If it wasn’t for you
I would not have found this very specific coffee flavored, cool breeze morning, drifting music, colorfully painted present moment in life
And I’m obsessed with this moment.

​Charity
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