it’s the sage green leaf
drawn over the ruffle of creamy silk
it’s the pop of red
on the toe of a buffed shoe
it’s my classmate‘s laugh
her exclamations at the mundane
people write poetry about
and i want to write you
into the stars
i’m sick of the heartache
of the obsession
infatuation
i’m ready to be grounded
vibrant
unshakable
i will write you love letters
not because i’m heartsick
not because it’s a whirlwind
i see clearly
through the ice cold brook
to the womb of it all
the smoothed pebbles
the roughened stone
the foggy moss
you and i
it’s not melodramatic
or anxiety laced
it’s a simple choice
i drink it in
