In the Moment

The challenge in a busy city is to be able to be present in the moment. So much is going on that our senses are on overload. Sounds collide like millions of rivers with no wear to go. Is there one sound, a word or a melody I can recognize? I weave through the mass of peoples like a choreographer searching for the right steps. I dance along twisting and turning trying to avoiding oversized backpacks, cumbersome dollies and flying mustard. I look for calm in a graceful crack beneath the concrete pressed against the core of the pavement. I breathe----

End of the day

The fast forward speed of the city slows me down. I feel every crack of the pavement under my feet. I sing in my head. There is no beginning to the rain.Newspapers fly in the air with the grace of dandelions. Mocha lattes, and raging music propel from the backs of heads. I am still in my purpose as life moves through me and the night becomes new on the block where I live. In the elevator I reach for the keys to apt 6B.