roadtrip reminder.
1 min readApr 24, 2019
on the drive south from the city
we stopped
by a piece of woods where little
fragile white flowers formed
an ethereal blanket, there was
no other right reaction than to throw
ourselves — our bodies, our limbs, our faces
onto its soft surface in hopes
of being welcomed and devoured
since, I’m ashamed to say, we forgot
we’re one with this glorious mother
even when standing up
on cement.
oh the hope, we go back north
connected and changed.
