BOTANICA
8.25.19
dear moss,
you are nobody’s hero. and nobody needs you. desperately.
id like to think all the hardest coldest people ive ever met were once as soft as water, that’s the tragedy of living.
im trying my best to be more like you
ever so patient with the one way tide
maybe thats the lesson here
to remain fluidly in now.
i mean, look at us – him and i and you i mean
paradise to ourselves
free
a universe of possibilities and yet
here we are, content to touch feet-to-water-to-moss
perhaps it s not so frighting
for love to make us blind to the world
the magic happens here, after all
in this shallow pool where cicadas and lovers play