lying in meditation

lying in meditation i experience a few moments of "in the moment" living and i realize just how "out of the moment" i have been

sometimes i see my husband

out of the corner of my eye
i notice how attractive he is
and i remember that i forget

in my son's taut chest

chiseled jaw
strong legs
i see the man he will become

folding white towels

fresh from the dryer
clouds of fluffy goodness

when i finally lie down

at the end of the day
i realize i haven't been in my body all day.
i've been living on the edges of myself--
coming and going,
doing, not being.
i take a breath and come back,
to myself.

halfway through the day

i realize that i've been
hurrying,
scurrying,
worrying through
and nearly missed it all.

small stones ding the windshield of my life

making cracks in an otherwise busy day
one isn't enough