05/16/2026
Cherry Stained Fingers
Life moves slower here. My exhale feels like a thousand lives lived all with this one, let go. I sink into the land, my feet touching clover and I melt.
The busy buzzing of the city restless in my cells while my soul finally feels calm.
Warm cherries stain my lips and finger tips, while cows graze alongside me. Small yellow birds bounce from beach to branch, from tree to tree.
I’m finally happy. Not in the way I thought I would be, I’m happy on my own. I’m happy with the land. With no other voice than that of my own, with the sound of pen to paper. I’m happy now.
With cherry stained lips and finger tips. With cows grazing beside me and small yellow birds bouncing from branch to branch, tree to tree. With my feet nestled in clovers.
My exhale lets go of a thousand lives I’ve lived in this body. My soul, at ease.