And so I took a walk,
greeting as many beings
as I could see:
rain, puddle, rose.
I drank deeply from the lilacs
and wondered at the tiny complex
reproductive organs of flowers
whose names I do not know:
nova, miracle, Wild.
I watched ants traversing canyons
of tree bark
In search of
I Do Not Know What:
sustenance, wandering, sweet.
(I didn’t have anything to offer
the water-soaked crow resting over there
and tried to not feel bad about my failing.)
(Human, human, human.)
At the last corner,
a pink bed of cherry blossom petals
strewn all over the sidewalk
to celebrate this homecoming:
You are here, you are here, you are here.
Air, sky, breath.
P.S. We need this Note to Self now more than ever.
Let’s unlearn productivity, starting right now: