I Am Here

I Am Here

Each movement becomes a meditation
The weight of the arms swinging,
The caress of the earth against the sole of the foot
A walking romance and love song
While the eyes drink in the passing panorama.
Each breath equals a lifetime – born in weakness, rising in strength
Cascading again to quiet rest
The lungs never tiring of their endless quest for fire
This body is a monument, a portent
A vast presence in the moment of now
It could not be otherwise
For I am here