I am here.
Not there or then,
not if or when.
Wherever here has taken me,
wherever it will take me,
my life has always been
and will always be
lived in the footlights
of here.
In the comedy of the catbird
taunting the crouching tabby
with its song,
In the ennui of the oak leaf,
one among millions waiting
for autumn,
In the apostasy of April
kissing the rosebud alive
to wholeness,
In the low hunger of the heron
that can only be appeased
by waiting,
In the ache of lightening
for touch that only comes
by storm,
In the surrender of the tea leaf
to the knife, yielding to fire
and water,
I am here now.
The only constant
in this endless choreography
is here and now,
and so it is here
that I will dance.
For if I cannot dance now,
I will not dance then.
-s. rochelle
