10.5.15 Accepting what is handed to us

We stand there, at dawn, at dusk.

At evening parade rest, in our lives.

We stand there, and the dew soaks into our sneakers

 and the wind hurries on by,

and our lives are like something so intransigent,

and yet so deep stilled inside of us,

that it necessitates no thought, no words,

just settling into whatever the moment is handing us.