A Lesson from Nature a Little to the Left

I am twisted in a sense of festivity and detachment

A feeling remedied by the ever-lasting sun coupled with the really good salsa I ate last night

It was nice not to cook

And to sit outside and read a book that is way too long, has two more after, and I can't seem to put it down even though it doesn't seem to end

I feel stretched between the poles

The numbers on the thermostat and calendar are faux

Sometimes I feel tilted to the left inside myself

Not quite stumbling, but still 40-minute jet-lagged

What a silly concept

And yet, I feel like a flower whose petals are reaching out for the warming sun

Grasping, gasping,

My smile can't get enough, my cheeks rosebushes in full bloom

Growing like those weird spiky trees we saw on that one highway to that one place that one time years ago

I still laugh, remembering those silly things

How they grew in whichever fucking way they wanted without a care in the world

I continue to reassure myself it's okay to grow in whatever fucking way I want without caring about the rest of world

Without caring about the judgements and looks and opinions

My life is my life

And those twisty trees are still silly.