Right Here, Right Now, Right Here Today Poem by Amanda May Moore

The ocean calls out to us.
The wind is pushing us in the wrong direction.
It is at our back, which is good.
But yet we are not heading the right way.
So let’s turn and walk against it.
We can make it. Yes.
Our cheeks may become chapped but I bet that it will be worth it.
There over the hills I believe the grass to be greener, won’t you run up it with me?
Will you then roll down it like we were children without a single worry in our head?
It shall be fun. The grass stains will be pretty and green.
Really green it shall be because the grass is greener.
Now I wish to touch the sun.
But let’s not run too fast.
The feeling may not last.
I like to not think of the past.
History. History is what has happened—not what is to happen.
Right? I do believe so.
So there is no need to hurry.
I will climb that mountain tomorrow.
Feel free to join!
The weather is nice,
All of the wind along with ice.
I want to paint the clouds.
That is not too much to ask is it?
I hope not, I can reach them so why not?
If you’d rather go sailing have fun!
It may be warmer in the sun.
Perhaps I will join you if you wish.
Unless it is your plan to catch all the fish.
I’d rather not do that.
Thanks what is it you plan to do?
Well, I have an idea of what to do with my life
But it all just comes as I go.
I have no sure way of knowing.
I have been up and down, and turned around…
And this is where I have wound up.
This is where I am-
Right now,
Right here,
Right today.
So what is it you have to say?

Well Wait, Perhaps…
Perhaps I don’t know where I am.
Maybe I am undecided.
Perhaps it isn’t right here,
Right now, right today.
Perhaps I am meant to be elsewhere.
Perhaps I am elsewhere.
There is not a defined place set in my head
In which I want to be.
If fact when I hear your voice that is where I want to be.
But this is all no fair, no fair to me.
What am I to do?
I am lost in the storm, not able to get to that mountain tomorrow.
I really want to paint that cloud, but at the same time I cannot-
I cannot bring myself close enough to that cloud.
I cannot because I am torn.
As much as I wish to reach at the same time I don’t know whether or not I should.
What if I were to fall.
How am I to know that I won’t?
How am I to know that someone will still be there waiting to catch me?
I wish I knew where I am right now, right here, right today.
But I am not really sure that I am.
Now I am at the foot of the mountain.
Do I climb it with you?
Or do I turn back and dive into the sea?
Why is my head full of all these questions?
Is it any fair?
Perhaps I should turn back and live in the desert.
Alone.
I work well alone, always have and surely can for always.
That is where I could be,
Or is it where I should be?
Why are all of my feelings so contradictory?
Why? What is the matter with me?
If I do—if I climb this mountain—
You cannot let me fall.
It is a long fall when your dreams are that tall.
So why dream at all?
Dreaming is fun, but only fun for so long.
Am I right?
Or am I speaking non-sense?
I have dreams, hopes, and wishes.
Of them all I don’t know where they end up.
I will paint that cloud.
And if I fall I will not die.
I will perhaps cry.
But I tell not a lie
When I say that it is meant to be that way.
I’ll just pray then that come what may
And be what will.
If that is to be the will of God then so it is.
But while I am up there I will create the most amazing work of art-
For all to see when they look to the heavens above.

Who am I to…?
I must not ask why the wind blows so
Or how it is that only God will know.
So I will stop.
I will let the roads appear before me.
I will not question whether I am heading the right way or not.
I will have faith.
This faith will help me get to where I need to go.
No problem, I will follow the wind.
So thanks God for that push you have given me-
All the gifts bestowed before me.
I know now not to question, but to live.
And, boy do I like living! :)