Sunlight spikes through tree limbs
slashes yellow and white on graveled
ground. Green and gold battle
in front of my eyes. Warmth seeps
into my skin and into my soul
as I rest my arm on this weathered bench
and smile at the friend who's seen
me through the toughest of times.
Maybe coffee droplets and green paint
are staining my dress; maybe insects
are sucking my blood, leaving welts
that itch; maybe the sun is too hot
and maybe I am dehydrated. None
of this matters, though. Because today
in the park I dreamed, with the friend
I missed, I am okay. No. I am happy.
Where did this feeling come from? When
will it leave? I can't dwell on fear.
No. I am happy. I let happiness sink
itself into me and my muscles relax.
I am happy. It is okay. Even if just today --
this hour -- this minute -- I am okay.
Poem by Karis Rogerson
June 8, 2021