Awakening

And here I sit
on this train
of life.

Moments,
scenes,
rushing past.

So much
in the rearview.

Too much here
to hold onto.

Did I treasure it?
How will I measure it?

Is the best
yet to be?

Or have I
missed it?

I think back.
I look forward.

I consider it all.

Preoccupied.
Consumed.

Then I look up.

I realize
all I have is now.

This is all there is.

Then I surrender
and commit
to making the best
of it.