I like the way the
morning air has weight
to give substance to the day.
I like the way trees
don’t believe in fences.
I like the way blackberries
fall and get crushed under foot,
staining the sidewalk.
And how they just don’t care.
I like the way dark clouds
decide how the weather will turn
regardless of my plans for the day.
I like the way nature
doesn’t apologize –
how the weeds never know guilt
for where they’ve decided to grow.
July 5, 2017