I’ve been going on walks with Frieda (the Edelglass family’s beautiful golden retriever) in the evenings almost everyday these past couple weeks. The cooler air and shady trees are a refreshing welcome after a long day of work in the garden under the blazing sun. Surrounded by thick pine woods, lilac blossoms, and the sound of chickadees calling nearby, I feel deeply connected to nature. The idyllic beauty of rural Vermont makes me pause and slow down, as I appreciate each moment I spend with the earth.
Sometimes I feel like I could cry any moment if I let myself
but the tears never rise,
instead they sink to the bottom of my heart
salty water slowly pooling,
diffusing into my arteries and
It weighs me down.
When my eyes become too dry to stay open
I close them and picture clouds, light and airy —
what does it feel like?
ethereal, I dream
before the rain falls.
A box containing two slices of cold pizza — sitting on top of a garbage can in the park. Squirrels scurrying around the college campus — sandwich crusts hanging from their stuffed mouths. The kitchen sink drain — clogged with bits of broccoli and rice.
“What? It’s just scraps,” my…