motion, 12

in the sunshine
with no particular
place to go

i finally took the time
to pull at the weeds
that had been tickling
at my calves for weeks

as the stems broke
easily in my hands

i felt a familiar
forgotten vigor
come alive in me

how critical it is
to tend to the green things
growing around me

to take time to
handle leaves, earth
to slow down and
take in the sun
to revel in how
which turns light into life