So I Wrote a Poem

I don’t have the patience

or vocabulary to describe

the walk well. Light yellow,

soft green, so many greens.

I guess the light was

dappled on the mosses.

It was spring all afternoon,

smelled good and warm.

In the nice outside-ness

I forgot to be lonely

or sad. I felt like me.

I don’t know the science,

there have probably been

studies, poems for sure—

I don’t have the patience

to read them, or research,

but the colors and light,

swollen feet and hummus,

made me feel better, good.

So I wrote a poem.