the house grows dimmer inside

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