In the moment

storm clouds

In the moment

when the tomato bite becomes worship,

the crisp air a hymn,

maybe it’s time to expect more.

In the moment

when a seahorse swims before you,

your body aflame,

perhaps we can go further.

To run, to soar,

to burn, to grow.

We find ourselves

and are surrounded by love.

And all it took

was a moment of stillness.

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