He goes for a run 
So I lay in his bed and stared out the window
I watch the wind move the grass, the flowers, the weeds in the garden next door 
I’ve been in a season of cover songs
So I play one I know will make me think and feel and yearn
I’m so acutely aware 
Of how present moment I am 
And I never want to forget it. 

I never want to forget the smallest of moments I felt safest in. 
I never want to forget in the moments of terror, depravity, and heartache I’ve lived; there are moments of peace in the easiest of places if I want to pay attention 

A neighbor’s flower bed
Feeling the wind’s chill through an open window under a lover’s blanket 
A new take on an old song that blows your mind 
A quick phone call to a loved one ending in an “I love you, goodbye.”
In giving and receiving space for and from others
In recognizing I’m allowed to take up space.