Sometimes, like this moment now, I sit and think –
about what to do next,
what to write about,
who to reach out to…
I used to be so busy, but I no longer have to steal moments
to purposefully consider,
to calmly contemplate,
to confidently choose my next step on the path
Now, moments collect –
like the broken fibers
that form the blue clump of lint
that I pulled from the pocket of my favorite jeans
And, like the clump,
I’ve tossed them away,
unable to reattach fibers,
unable to retrieve moments of time
Only, in this moment, I notice something that my purposeful contemplation permits:
I realize that there is still more…
More material that will
sacrifice more blue fibers and still…
enough will remain for me to wear for some time more
More moments remain for me to busy myself,
should I elect to sacrifice moments like this one,
to be still
and
to breathe myself into existence,
for some time more
