i tiptoe down the spiral staircase
careful not to disturb the sleeping clouds above me
slowly i descend, careful to not get to the bottom too quickly
too much, too soon, i think
why hadn't i taken my time before?
it was easier to look ahead or behind me
rather than look around at the details that swirled around me
the now they call it, i was too busy to notice it, i was focused on what would be
there comes a time though when all the would be's either already are, or will never be
then what do i look at?
the only way i know how to look at the present details is to pause-- stop-- look, and move on
the now isn't about looking and moving on
it's about breathing, smelling, feeling, touching, hearing, and tasting
the now wants you to live and move within it