It’s only two years and the silicon gel
Which keeps the water out is starting to perish.
The chopping board remains unwashed
From this mornings fetish for tacos.
My planner lists one hundred uncompleted tasks.
And the winter cold is making its way back into my bones.
Everywhere I look here am I.

This morning’s meditation had a dozen thoughts
As the sensations in my body didn’t find anywhere to settle.
Now the cat stares at me patiently waiting
For its morning addiction.
And the pie from last night’s make up meal is
Also waiting for a mind to clean it up.
Everywhere I look, here I am.

In the cold and the rain
And the warmth and the sun
In the flowers in the garden
And in the midday fun
In the phone in my pocket
And in the whimsy of all that is
It is I, ever present, just only this.