6/20/2025

Some thoughts from today

Why, when I sit here in my room, I cry to the thought of the forest, the dark forest, misting and smelling of pine, and warming my heart in a bittersweet way. Why, when I listen to the words of a girl listening to nature, I cry. When I think of the girl that was, the places she touched, the people passing like shadows by, tall grass waving in her dreams, an eye that looks down and away, and a giggle of awe when her father drops the flour, the meaning of the geese that flys down and gathers with the field, the passing clouds in a dome-shaped sky, the emptiness in her stomach, her chests, her hands as she wraps them around her pen improperly, too young to write her name, the loss, the gain, the acceptance and realization turn to happy tears, tears, like in the old play ground, the meaning when she sees the roads, the people, the thoughts, the no no nos under her room on the 4th floor, the sky above a highway through the window of the driving car, the empty row, her legs on the chair, her breath warming the window, the days, years in the people ahead of her, the way shes here.