i just got home. it's good to be back
the grass is cold. it tickles my toes
but the sun is high and intensely bright
the light is slowly piercing my eyes
like a cigarette through a plastic bag
i had to kneel by the river
i had to hear the mountain
i had to welcome the birds
i had to bless the lamb
i'm sorry, babe
i have to
xo,
spring