Now is not the time for tomorrow’s thinking.
Living for when I get there and happiness lands.
Someday solutions for formulaic bliss.
A machine of future making.
Now, is life.
Remove the heavy hat of suffering.
Hang up the wool coat that has been passed down to you.
Slip off the leaden shoes denying your right to skip.
Let your toes feel the mud between them.
Hear the sounds in this space.
be your own answer.
© Ali Grimshaw