Here, Now

It is an ordinary morning,

putting clothes in the laundry,

making myself tea.

Yes, I drink tea now, too.

It settles me,

slows the rush inside my head,

lets me think my thoughts

instead of follow where they lead.

I look at the green church outside,

as I often used to,

and find, without asking,

that the life I once prayed for came true.

These are the days

I once dreamt I'd find,

the quiet kind

of happiness,

I thought I'd left behind.

No grand occasion, no great sign,

just a life that feels like mine.

The days I wished would come to stay,

arriving in their quiet way.

I am here.

I am happy.

I am them.