Sometimes

I plan, I reflect,

I tell myself stories, 

I remember,

I get lost.

I circle back to times past

or travel to tomorrowland,

but sometimes an unexpected stillness comes

and I find myself right here, right now,

awake and at rest. 

                                                                                                                                          JDG

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