You Will Have to Find Me

You will have to find me

where life is slow and quiet,

where I am tucked away —

wrapped in the splendor

and beauty

of simplicity and mountains.

You will have to find me

when I am satisfied with all of it,

when nothing is missing,

when the day closes softly

and I do not reach for more.

You will have to find me

where the heart flickers —

opening, closing —

and the flickering

is no longer a problem,

only a rhythm

I have learned to find the music in.

You will have to find me

wandering alone in the marketplace,

delighting in the buffet of color —

fruit split open with sweetness,

yellows, reds, and oranges dancing on my cornea,

flowers loud with their brief lives.

You will have to find me

sipping tea slowly in some café,

watching the world pass.

You will have to find me

being touched —

by friends,

by sheets,

by my own hands.

You will have to find me

sitting with friends,

listening to music,

telling stories that stretch the night

just a little longer.

You will have to find me,

in my body.

In my life.

Now.

Where my breath settles into the shape of the day.

You will have to find me

enjoying life

slowly,

simply.

You will have to find me

not waiting for you.