Robin redbreast, brilliant blue sky

Focusing on the present
helps me heal my fear
of the unknown.

Walking to the Metro this morning, I notice
the earliest blossoms and flowers are fading away.
But the birds are out and singing, even in the bitter wind.
I contain my tenderness within my heaviest coat.

I look up and out of myself: up into the clear sky,
and outward to all those who are present in my life,
be it in body or in spirit. Touch leaves no mark...
at least not on the outside.

I look downward and inward: down to the ground,
to place my feet carefully but firmly; and inside
to try to understand who I am and why I am here.

Then I see your smile upon seeing me. And I know.

My friend, the sufi is
the friend of the present moment.
To say tomorrow is not our way.
-Rumi