I start focusing and turn off the noise, in my brain

Suddenly the birds start singing and the ducks begin dabbling

The fish become visible, in the river

And I wonder if it was simply there all along,
In the background
Behind the dull roar of my head
And it just needed to be noticed.

The mind worms its way in eventually:

Blocking out the life in the present

Right before your very eyes
Going back to before, forward to the future

Flitting between the two,
Like a butterfly in a midday sun

Never settling long

… enough

To enjoy

Life.

Which always occurs in the present moment.

Going by unnoticed

Whilst doing,

What?

Busy

looking

The other way

back
forward
Never

Straight on.

The present is a gift

Reserved for the mindful few.