By Barbara Letts Blodgett
Vero Beach Branch, Florida
As I stand at the sink
hurrying to wash, to rinse a platter,
I become aware of
how caught up I am
in the outer fuss,
the temptation to rush,
to consider this a bother.
When did I last
carefully, lovingly
focus on the precious moment of Now,
attentively appreciate
the simplicity of this daily chore,
choose to lose the impatience,
gratefully slow my pace
and just be nowhere
but here?
Sorry for the late commenting. Your poem reminds me of what I tell myself. Be in the now. Remember the past and plan for the future, but enjoy each moment. They are all precious. The thoughts that swirl in our heads that focus on moving on, hurrying to finish to get to the next task, when do we really glory in each new breath, each new possibility to do something positive, kind, good, important. I like your poem’s message, Barbara.
Your poem is so appropriate!! We forget how important every movement is not matter how trivial our task!❤️
Your poem some to my heart. Thank you.
Yes … ‘here’ ‘now’ … thank you 🙂