Present Moment

 

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All rights reserved-Chris Hancock

Walking my dog this morning
I could see the buds on the tree fattening.
I could hear the birds singing.
I could feel the air reconciling the changing season.

We were in step
Heading down the road
Lost in the nothingness a spring walk
Ought to bring to a soul.

Crisp air, leaving warmth on the skin,
Thoughts on winter’s beauty and spring’s renewal
Allowing us to
Be in the moment.

Optimism

We all listen,
Hearing stories of the day’s details
And the absolutes of life,
Hoping for a little fun.

We endure the chores,
The passionate pleas for help,
And the verbatim transcripts of what we once said,
Hoping for a little fun.

We are men,
Boyfriends, husbands, the ones bound by oaths
To be the there in sickness and health,
Who are so easily satisfied with just a little fun.

Either we are stupid,
Overly loyal, or desperate to a fault,
But it’s our optimism that carries us
Dreaming that just a little fun might come our way.