This poem was inspired by a day I made myself let go and just breathe. My advice is to get out of your head and find the positives, even on the bad days.
Footprints in the dirt half covered with leaves and twigs
Dried corn kernels left in piles
seemingly on purpose
A woman running
Is she late to class?
A young man resting on a low wall
Is he reading, writing, drawing, creating?
Earbuds in one ear the other left to swing alone
An excuse not to talk to others,
Yet still able to hear the conversation
Small plants growing under a tree.
Will they survive?
Is the tree kind enough to allow them?
Waving to people you know but you don't stop to talk.
Are you busy?
Do you really know them well enough
or are you just acknowledging the fact that you've seen them,
not to enjoy nature but because you're distracted.
A text, Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Instagram.
Anything and Everything grabbing your attention.
and putting it on your phone.
Shadows of leaves and branches swaying in the wind.
An older man.
A young woman on crutches.
Intellectual conversations across generations.