i never realized we had
wind chimes and
how many times have I danced past
them
head stuck in a glass jar of realism
each morning
on my way to structured space
broken down thoughts
inside the box
they have pulsed and twinkled and
harmonized with the birds
the slow blooming of the magnolia tree
the soft scent of spring breeze
tangling my hair like ocean swims but
i just pat it down with trained hands
and keep walking
a memorized routine
another morning
all the small in our universe
what will be remembered in later
years of nostalgia
vying for my attention and instead
i lend it to sharpened pencils
over analyzed stories
harsh voices
cracked paint
paint it again, please
fill the holes with earth
Alive and breathing with open arms
open faces
eyes deep forests of green
