Nothing makes me feel like a real person more than nature, weather, the sky, rain, wind.
like a spring storm with thirty minutes of drenching rain, wind, thunder, with the windows open and spray coming in. like the birds singing all the while, all is well. like the end of the storm, later, with the sun bursting free again.
Nothing makes me feel beautiful like a beautiful day, water and fruit on the deck, socks in the grass, a good book and the sun.
Nothing makes me feel smart like writing poetry on the porch with a breeze, birds chirping, ants scurrying. writing anything.
a rainbow from a beautiful window.
a talk with a friend.
a picture of a common weed against the sky, unnoticed and gorgeous. elegance.
fruit. so much fruit. and water.
a single glass of water, two ice cubes, sitting on the purple picnic table.
a hammock in the breeze, an unplanned nap.
spontaneity.
freedom of a realization, a heart cry, a need, a want, desire.
yearn.
feeling a burst, a snap, an eruption of color, spring colors flowing.
{out of my heart, into}
flowing. like air, like water, like sunshine.
a snap. a crack. a pull.
just go. leap. jump.
I have a poem collection called jump. (maybe one day...)
jump! leap! go!
yesterday, "I love you," at work. I almost cried. all the time, you know, all the time "I love you." and every
single
time
I actually listen, I could cry.
what if I listened, gasp, more?
spring.
bursting. leap. jump. snap. crack.
cry.
loved.
color flowing
go.
leap,
go!
beautiful
fruit water
go.
jump leap.
darling
your heart
is beautiful.
He says.
