sometimes i run through the streets of sausalito
and i see hundred of tourists
they seem to look everywhere
up down all around
and yet none of them are present
they have cameras
all of them
taking pictures of everything
especially themselves
and yet none of them are present

i would trade
all that wandering around
looking at things
for a sweet moment
of presence

all you have to do is stop still
and there it is
and yet this stopping still
is so hard
to the mind
that just wants experiences

experiences are like an insatiable addiction
and only when you stop can you see
how addicted you were.