The joy of being alive
is the joy of
seeing the wind
move through my laundry
on my balcony
while cars
in the street
and hammering
from the construction site nearby.
Yet still the wind
blows through my shirts
a pair of pants.
They move
like nothing ever did
and nothing ever will
like it did
this moment
while cars
while hammering…
The joy of being alive
is this moment
is to BE
this moment
here
now
as if it is the only moment
that ever was
and ever will be.
©️ Brigitte van Tuijl
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