I spent so long
pointing my finger
I forgot to put my hand to
writing my own story
lived a foyer life
holding up at the threshold
of adventures never taken
looking in the distance
at “what if” vistas
snatched out of time
en route to work
today I am arrived
present and ready
willing to make a way
and create the experience
of this moment in time
I will write my name
upon the mountain
in a blur of light
like a glowstick
spinning, arcing
through the night
Miles of Mindfulness 