not tomorrow
with its joy or sorrow.
This is the moment—
when I floss my teeth,
and stand on two strong legs,
smiling in the mirror
at a face topped by hair.
This moment of easy breathing
with husband and children
deeply sleeping nearby.
This moment with fresh, cool
spring air blowing in my window
from a dark, rich night capped by stars.
This is the moment I have,
not next week or next month,
however much time and energy
I spend planning them.
How often am I actually
here…
in this only moment I have?
Margaret Dubay Mikus
©1997
From As Easy as Breathing
and Full Blooming (CD)