My eyes, rarely raining
get misty at specific times
as do the Redwood Trees
come morning time
and I, when I get around talking
about my parents

Blame it on the Onions
I love when plants demand things from me
like crying or prickly tingles
from a stinging nettle plant
getting slapped on the skin of my neck
and so painful sensations even out

Now I let myself feel more
ground my feet and hands on the forest floor
have a moment in the silence where
the stunning beauty around me becomes a background
like unhappy people on vacation
distracted
and then I'm back in the hotel room
alone
at least, thankful for comfort and warmth