Present is the layer
Above the ache that settled 
Without my permission  
With my knowledge 

I let it be  
Like a thorn in my hair it bedded 
A rot that 
Stopped 

This moment 
Light and crisp and open - time 
Green and wide 
Shared

It’s not like the thoughts stop 
They come say hello  
Off again 
Don’t stick 

A self is here 
The witness to it all 
Just not batted
Judged  

Space 
Inserts into 
The act of 
Being 

My Imagination plays 
Childlike 
Games 
Again 

The river 
Runs clear water
I see 
Fish