This Moment

The hot sun on my face
sweat dripping down my back
Soles of my feet
hardened from the road
refuse to take another step

Mind is busy making excuses
for why it shouldn’t be this way
Questioning why I’m here
Comforts of home seem an eternity ago

Longing for a familiar face
Attachments
Wanting to hang on to the past
knowing well, it’s fully gone

Right now, there’s only me,
the road, and this moment.

Pick-up one foot,
put it in front of the other.
Breathe in the hot air.
There’s beauty even in that.

See a sugarcane juice stall.
Stop, sit, stretch.
Finally there’s a cool breeze
underneath a Pipal tree.

Keep going,
one foot in front of the other.

There’s only me,
the road,
and this moment.