Singing my Witness

I wake, and sing hello hello.
I sing to keep myself right here
singing the present moment –
now I’m doing dishes,
so I don’t forget to stay.
I sing the present moment –
now I’m sipping coffee,
feeling grief for Gaza–
so I stay, stay
in the moment that I’m living.
Hearing the kids
play on the street,
I sing my thanks,
so I stay right here and now.

I sing my thoughts,
and often a thought
strays to make a person wrong.
I corral my thoughts
back to love,
singing and seeking
what to praise in the one I judged.
So I sing my witness.
And I sing my thoughts
to make good company too.
I listen in
on my mental conversations,
and sometimes brew us tea
as I sing, sing along.

Next I wish to learn
to witness-sing my dreaming.
When Sandman dishes out the dreams
I plan to sing tonight.
For isn’t it all a dream?
And am I not
the one in charge
of staying tuned to my body channel?
Let me not
miss any present moment.
For the rest of my days
let me find the way
to live
alive!

            ©Susa Silvermarie 2025