nature’s first green is gold; her hardest hue to hold.
i’ve been taking long walks lately.
it’s hard to think straight when everything is suddenly … wrong. i feel untethered. which is preposterous and also, exactly right. i am the oldest generation. no one older than me in my lineage exists. it is … bizarre. it throws everything on its head.
her early leaf’s a flower, but only so an hour.
so i walk. and i try to feel my feet push the earth back against me. “i am here,” with each step.
this must mean something.
nothing gold can stay …