The sticky summer air
wants to know how I’ve been
since we last talked.
I’ve had my ups and downs
but I’m here now.
I didn’t find God
but I did find a purpose
hidden somewhere between the stationary aisle of CVS
and New England in September.
Sometimes winter feels like going
through hell and back just to
feel summer warmth again
but it’s worth it
or at least there’s some gratitude
as I’m sitting under
a cherry blossom
and I feel myself blossom,
too.