present in my body
my feet on the ground
knowing exactly where i am
with the earth
.
not knowing
exactly which direction
i’m facing
not remembering
the day of the week
not noticing
the time of day
entirely unaware of what i need to go do next
having fully forgotten
even if only for a moment
the items
cascading down
every list of to-dos
.
savoring
not doing
sinking
into the ground
steeping
in the thick of the air
stretching
into space a little more
with each
and every
breath
.
no longer in the land of doing
but instead
simply being
here.
If you’d like to hear how the pacing of these words flows in my body, enjoy the audio included above.
Kemback, April 2025