breatheable air is present

or I wouldn’t be present

the warming sun is present
or I wouldn’t be present

the earth beneath my feet is present,
if not, what would ground me?

this cucumber sprung from soil
tossed in salad with romaine and oil is present,
else how have I survived?

the stars above the gone cherry tree
are present. they are not ashamed
of their presence
they shine

no gaps exist in the present
not a single interstice exists
into which the business end
of a linguistic lever might  be driven
to find purchase
to wrench
even a muon out of place

in this moment of presence.
we live by the wholeness of it
we die by false distinctions

Jim Culleny