The Field

There’s this field. It is so beautiful and open yet secluded and surrounded by trees that are perched on the cliff. You often stand above, looking down wishing you could be in the middle of that field. So, you do. You go down in the field, and look up at the cliffs surrounding it with the perched trees that grow slightly slanted. And you look up, wishing you were up there looking down, wishing you were exactly where you are.

A Poem for School

Please don’t confine me

I need to be free

Please don’t define me

I am more than you believe me to be

In That Moment

and in that moment

books were the best smell

and there was nothing worse than eating hard pasta

Knowing and Not Knowing

There is no way to know anything

other than to sit there and watch it be.