Grateful

As much as I can I try to catch myself before I fall, or drift off into a place That's hard to escape and that's my head, where chaos and to-do lists exist. Where anxiousness persists. “Come back”! Is what I tell myself, Look around! You're surrounded by wealth. Green trees and blue skies will Always override the internal dialogue that sends my emotions on a landslide “Come back”! Is what I tell myself, be here now! It's all you have and all you’ll Ever have. I run the hill every morning up to Washington Park. Judging myself Because I’m slower than the day before. “Come back”! Is what I tell myself And when I get to the top I see those same kind faces, even in their old ages, Moving their body in synchrony, peacefully. Present in the moment, and I’m Reminded, this is a sign, a message, grateful for the lesson.