The Present Moment

I'm present
Maybe not here
In this moment
Or in the Now
As you might imagine
And yet I'm present
At least it feels
That way to me
I walk through the woods
They hold a special place
In my heart
And I'm called to open spaces
Different sacred places
Sitting on a rock
In a field
With panoramic vistas
Visible to all
To see

I'm present
Noticing so much
It's overwhelming
What to do with it all?
And why the need
To do anything at all?
It simply is
I can simply be
Strange the change
From night to day
And the questions that
Appear like;
What is the deer thinking?
Why did the sheep die?
What is making the buzzard
In the air cry?
I'm present