om

I only submerged for a moment
that delayed pause between happiness and contentment
and thought
as I laid there breathing and noticing nothing but
the echoes that my spinal cavern allows
that this was tapping into
an endless vacuum of silence.

I only dashed up the hill for moment
that shot of thrill and adrenalin and freedom
and thought
as my feet gave way to sand and branches and
most of all the lushness of moss
that this was as close as I’m getting
to running on the moon.

I only nibbled on the snacks for a moment
that filled my belly with a blissful nourishment
and thought
as my eyes devoured simplicity and tasteful creations
and my ears heard that internal crunching
that this was my gourmet trip to
every eatery in the galaxy.

I only bent over in the berry patch for a moment
that surrounded my body with the pantry of bears
and deer and rabbits and birds and humans
and thought
as my hands slightly coloured from the juice
and my neck burned from the sun’s presence
that this was the teaching ability of nature
and of the universe’s om.