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Three Line Lunch: Grip
a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 259
Grip
Sometimes it’s a struggle just to stay in the now.
I grip my coffee cup
For dear life.
Grip
Sometimes it’s a struggle just to stay in the now.
I grip my coffee cup
For dear life.
The cup of coffee in my two hands —
mindfulness is held uprightly.
My mind and body dwell
in the very here and now.
Beautiful! Damn, that's some poetry, my love.
The cup of coffee in my two hands —
mindfulness is held uprightly.
My mind and body dwell
in the very here and now.
Beautiful! Damn, that's some poetry, my love.