My mind forever racing
towards a future
or my past.
Never thought to relish,
as the present moves so fast.
A choice to simply focus,
on a beautiful white rose.
Sensing all the work it took,
I swear
I didn't know.
Tried to see the beauty,
but quick to tumble back,
unless I entertain my past,
none of that is fact.
Staring down again,
the rose cupped in my hands,
to center in the present,
but drowning in quick sand.
Though the first attempts,
were difficult to sway,
away from old mistakes,
and stay in now
Today.
After tons of practice,
eventually I did.
See this form of beauty,
as if I were a kid.