Voilà !
here I am, here We be
(“Sometimes, as I drift idly on
Walden Pond
I cease to live and begin, to be.”
from Walden, by David Thoreau)
This, one of life’s surreal moments
Most will recognise
In a kitchen, stilled
Waiting for that microwave to ding
Time itself demeaned, to a mirage of irrelevance
Meandering thoughts, suddenly hijacked
Intercepted, by unhindered awareness
Inadvertently life’s present, now unveiled
Enticed by Nature’s voraciously ubiquitous, vitality
A nature I know is too busy, to take notice of me
These birds, trees and sky-draped aliveness
And I musing upon such wonder, a window removed
Looking-in, this outsider status a common theme
I belong to a sense of self I never grew in-to
Every morning I await a realisation of oneness of self
A maturity to offer me peace in my own skin
It has been this way, I fear it will ever be this way.
That we forge out of a need to belong
Yields, fruits as a sampling of selfhood
Yet we dwell
Within social contracts devoid of worth
What is lineage, legacy or posterity
When
Fallibility’s red button, can annihilate
Every
Nuclear family, without provocation!
A three day butterfly, saunters
I rejoice in its unperturbed effervescence
Symbolic of summer’s last hurrah, August
Flowers strutting one last time
Timelessness is gleaned in such small details
Now
It is our now, we must cherish
Like that butterfly
Like those flowers
Like our very next meal
Now
I look up and anchor myself
Within a gust of wind
I too am magnificently ephemeral
We, all
A part of existence’s chaos
We, all
Belong to that, meaningful
nothingness.
A ding, a sigh and a gifted smile
Breathing, blinking, walking, eating
There is beauty in our mundane
Voilà! Let it be
I’ll be a witness
To my worth
Ink these words
To remind us all
There is value in our struggle
In simply seeking, our peace
In realising
Those precious moments, free
From challenges n distractions
We must remember
Try, to never forget
Before it’s too late…
© L. B. Mek
August 2023