Things really don’t matter
When you sit alone
Cradled in this big blue dome
I’ve never felt so small

In the net of all that occurs
I learned that I, too, am tied
A lovely stitch
Present in ways I’ve overlooked

Nothing exists
Before or after this
I feel it all
In the moment

Pure
No need to be sure
Open up my chest
To what’s best, for me

Nothing exists
Before or after this
I feel it all
In the moment