Seeing the Now
Only with age, can I see
that looking behind is futile,
to release mistakes made
allows the viewing of the present
which is, in itself, a gift.
The formation of clouds,
a murmuration of birds,
a smile on someone’s face.
The shade of bluebells,
wind waving on water,
glistening leaves after rain.
The now can be lost whilst peering ahead,
risking it all being missed;
to look forwards or backwards
fades colour and contrast
shading what should be sunkissed.
Maria Stephenson