Contentment In What Is Poem by Sarah Persson

How often we wish for things that fulfill,
Not quite sure of the content we seek,
Like the laughter of children, pure and so real,
Perhaps it's that strength of subliminal ease.

Each breath takes a moment to show,
That a second has passed, filled with meaning,
Be it yours, be it mine, just a feeling,
Yet a moment has passed none the less.

Are we aware of what we should fulfill,
Should we be so busy that we miss life,
The wonder of nature, the sounds of the night,
Our timing must change and find home.

Here where I sit are these thoughts that I know,
Are as true as the breaths that I take,
Is this where I find that my true sense of worth
Is just this? Contentment in being.