30 days of self-love: still mind

A quote comes with my inhale:

“To a mind that is still, the whole universe surrenders.”

City Park on a crowded Saturday,

A quiet corner,

In the afternoon light.

Tourists in Mardi Gras hats and boas,

Their tour guide catches them mid-laugh with their camera.

Still mind, awake body, the cool air breathes on my fingers, through my thin jeans.

In a swamp in a city, birds soaring above and someone yells, 

“Don’t get bit by a gator!”

Happy to hear people enjoy our city that the news says to be afraid of.

Laying my head in the lap of a person I love, sun hot on my hood.

The smell of dry grass heating up, children squeal from the playground. 

Ibis’ pass overhead, a collective whoosh of murmuration.

Oh, spanish moss moving in the trees with the breeze,

Oh, fading light creating shadows that slowly slide down the trees,

Oh, breath that keeps me here,

In this moment.