What if -

this was the loveliest moment of my life?

What if the way the light is falling,

and the way my body is feeling right now,

is as good as it gets?

What if -

everything that’s gone before me,

everything that’s happened,

was truly and completely perfect?

What if -

nothing comes next.

Nothing,

except my willingness to be present for it?

Nothing,

except the way the air touches my skin

now.

Nothing,

except the way my body somehow

knows how to draw in the air

from all around me -

so it can oxygenate my blood in a single breath

over and over again.

Nothing,

except the way a deep inhale inspires me

to stay here for this

moment and the next.

Nothing,

except the exhale

as I breathe back out into the world -

that which only moments ago

was deep within my lungs.

Air meeting air,

breath mingling with breath -

we share so much intimacy

without ever needing to meet.

How much courage, presence, or simplicity do I need

to trust that my very next breath

will meet me when I need it?

And when it doesn’t??

Will I remember this poem?

The poem about this being the loveliest,

most perfect

moment of my life.

©Liat Lev. Dec 2025