Life oscillates between too much space

and not enough ————–

We plant sunflowers in the front yard

then pick them for our patio (beauty can never be close enough).

An oak tree is cut down for poetry.

Nails are bitten to the quick.

And there’s pain.

And you want to jump in the water but then you’ll be all wet.

A wine glass is poured to the top with whiskey and in the morning, it’s half empty.

You want to be touched

but also left alone.