THE PRESENT IS MY PRESENT THIS FEBRUARY

I still don’t write poetry, though

I wish I did to convey

how I feel this February.

in a time of blossoming,

and groundhogs, valentines,

love and promise. Not a beginning,

middle or end. Just now. A most precious time;

I don’t have to race through it.

Yet I’m wired to race,
not embrace

the daily gifts all around

so easy to pass by and miss

because I’ve a goal to reach

and think hare, not tortoise,

and forge ahead. Not always sure where

I’m going or why. Thinking everyone should

know these things and stay strong

and resolute. But resolutions

are overrated and we

don’t keep them easily or well.

I resolved to let go

of the past and now think

I must also let go the future.

My gift to myself is the present

and the people in it I love and treasure

disregarding all time.

While marking time with daily joys

regarding petals, dawns, moons,

father, sister, number one son

and all the stars in the sky.

I promise myself to try

embracing daily dreams so tight they

cling to me and don’t allow moving away

to other places. Now.