You are here?

Are we ever there if we’re not aware?

If we’re in the woods and fail to notice the creak of the maples?

Or if the musical rhythm of the lake’s waves laps us by?

Can we say we’ve been somewhere if we don’t see the shades of the rocks and the shadows through the leaves?

Are we living if we’re so busy striving to go somewhere we fail to see being here is enough?