Come Find Me If You Can

Forever lost in the here and the now

By Frances Valdes on iStock (image licensed by author)

Come find me if you can. No, not there, my usual chair at my desk empty, my computer sad, flashes of temptation, come my friend, you have writing to do, pings of “must answer now” emails and texts repeat, and repeat, and repeat, but if I am not there… is anything really urgent when you finally learn the world can live without you?

Oh, you found my phone, but I am not there, let it ring, let it cry for my touch, confused it is not in my hand or back pocket. There it is, face, down, slowly going dark, the battery near death… fade, fade away, silence is now the noise of my life, maybe tomorrow you will live again you annoying little bastard, but not this day, just no one I want to talk to today.

Search anywhere, keep looking, you will never find me, I have embraced new friends, Now, and his long-suffering mate, This Moment. Why has it taken me so long to find them, where have these two gorgeous creatures been hiding in my long journey to old?

Here I am, a place few would have looked for me in the past, walking barefoot in the surf on an early, hot June morning. I had no choice really, tomorrow is a just a lie, a belief which deserts you when you most want to believe… so I promise to live my days now, this moment, always in the place I am, always breathing the air of just this matters, just this, just now.