written sometime in june 2020
scrubbing dishes, i gaze out of the kitchen window into the backyard it is raining today. last night, i told myself, “i will finally go on that walk tomorrow,” but we are stuck inside more than ever now the trees, with their deep green glow, seem to cheer in their silent way i want to be like them, celebrating the sky’s great sigh and sharing with their brothers but i am not so tall and stillness has wore on me