I may stay here

another day has washed over me
leaving debris
old words, used wrappers, broken pencils, tired feet
trying to hold onto a thought
is as tenuous as holding a moth
if you try too hard
you end up with a mess on your hands
thinking tomorrow will be better
is as useless as
drinking the ocean through a straw
all the marks on my body and psyche
color my world
leaving a dusty view
this moment doesn’t hurt too badly
I may stay awhile
right here and now
going no further
not looking back
you may stay with me
dwell in the moment
we ‘ll brush off worries
set aside any discussion
since the only requirements
are to observe, imagine, feel