i lost my gloves

“The present moment is filled with joy and happiness. If you are attentive, you will see it.”
Thich Nhat Hanh, Peace Is Every Step: The Path of Mindfulness in Everyday Life

it was lunch break

and i was seeking

a hundred ways

to bury my head

in the sand of oblivion


i buried it so deep

that the work day dissipated from the past


melted into my present

a sense of wander-ment


at the end of the hour

i had lost my gloves


where could they be?


i didn’t remember…


i couldn’t remember the fleeted hour

the streets

the people

the shops

the sky

the lives around


i could only recall

dwelling in my thoughts

arriving nowhere


when did i stop


in the present


where does my


fly to


why has my eyes

become blind

and my senses



the present was here

but i was gone


how present (or not) are you?


7 Responses

  1. I’m here but a lot of associated stuff has to find their own way, like the one glove. There are also wandering socks. Several marbles escaped. Attention needs a new leash, it wanders often.

    The ever present core me is here. It’s just a bad manager.

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