I hear
the sound of
now
air
steam
the breath of friends
Tasting the now
chocolate chips crunching within the cookies
hot tea submerging my tongue
Seeing what's around me;
Delicate painted fruits curving upward on a bowl
A cluster of flowers
of shells
of pictures and cards
A cluster of us, women writers
creativity
flowing
There is no yesterday
no tomorrow
just the now
of being
