
the details always get to me

the details always get to me

the water looked calm, but the current
moved swiftly below the surface

we remember kindly those who were kind to us when we were children

i watched a huge wasp and it appeared to watch me in return–
abruptly spreading its massive wings, it flew away,
and oh how i wish i could fly away too

it’s interesting how much more we appreciate being well, after being sick

sometimes the most common objects
contain the beauty of lost treasure


there are days where the heart hurts

people say you have to make your own luck, but luck is complicated

i looked everywhere for you,
and in the end–
you were exactly where i had left you

coffee and toast in the morning
mountain snow on a razor-crisp, cold day
pine needles in the rain
old books being opened against a warm, buttery light
puppies biting with tiny razor teeth and sweet milky breath
pink peonies and roses in a jam jar