Here and Now: Poetry

We so often seek peace
by running away from
the problems

I am no different,
I sport mangled heels
from putting miles
between mine

And in the end,
they caught up with me
as all things do

The monks said
that I was going there
to practice for the time
when my lessons
would become useful

Little did I know
how very right they were
in preparing me for
the Here and Now.

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