The Gift

When was the last time you "jumped for joy,"
The way puppy paws propel towards you
When you arrive home?

What is it that sparks the slow roll of
Carbonated, hair-raising goosebumps under skin,
Connecting you, to beyond that is you?

When was the last time you felt that?

What in your day today will cause your brain to stop thinking,
To drink in the bloom of a flower to the point of ‘"you" disappearing,
So that only the silky, pink petals become the whole world,
Smiling into the sun.

Your plane once had wings,
Until wild wind peeled them off like a zipper.
Realize the sky is everything above ground.
Hop into the cockpit and drive away.

Presence is always the gift.

by Hannah Lipman

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