From behind two screens
Hides two crawling hands
scurrying
hurrying
a hushed heart
with words to give
and more life to live

I'm scared for the boy to leave.
The roles have reversed
and this time I'm not the glue.

I am the watery, salted sap
seeping from the trees that eternally grow
in hopes of reaching
their love,
their sky,
their life.

After noon on Sunday
When I walk beside the street
I’m now looking up
Instead of at my feet.

This wave is exciting in
Nature so enticing
The state feels now inviting
East Coast, now I’m biting.

“What feels good will come.”
Hoping to see the familiar face
Among the concrete paths
In a white-washed foreign place.

The idea of this is lovely,
I feel the situation is of me.
I’ll find my peace and let time be.
Please ignore my shaking knee.