The light is reflecting off of the wooden fire escape
I can hear many noises on the street below tonight,
but I cannot see them because of the angle
that my bed with blue sheets is tucked into the corner.
I think I can be happy here.
If not happy, at least okay
for a while
while I figure out
what life could look like
after the May flowers.
My running shoes are in the corner
looking hopeful
and a tiny wooden chess set I haven’t been good enough to play
sits on my windowsill.
Maybe as the seasons change,
I will too.