Almost (Poem by Spencer Miles, Sketch by Georgia Mugisha)

Almost

The beauty of Earth is the almost of its fullness.
The morning grass almost full of its morning dew,
The leaves so--I sneeze-- almost full.
Looking back up the dew is gone.
The late afternoon sun almost spreads its warmth evenly,
Almost every being feeling its love. I close my eyes to take it in.
The warmth escapes me and when I open my eyes,
The morning dew almost runs
Down my almost bare feet again.

Sometimes I wish I could just stop,
But like almost every moment in life, I must move on.
It’s like we’re almost present in every moment, but never fully there.
What is truly beautiful that lasts?