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.
Alive.
Remember.
Alive.
P.S. We need this Note to Self now more than ever.
Let’s unlearn productivity, starting right now:
