Content with haves and have notes
And tenuous things that may come or pass.
Stillness sitting, looks about
Amidst the mire of a path unkempt,
Bliss – gone – molt into a fairy fey.
The future – out there not here – serene.
The babe a distant seed of mind.
And the here and now? Genuinely
I love lightly but at least I love.