The sun shines every day. The leaves don’t change. “The air is different
here,” A woman said yesterday as she got out her car, “Yes, the air
is different,” someone else said. Then a girl, maybe 7, got out
and hugged the woman. They stood that way for a long time. The woman
loved that girl, or at least, loved that moment. The happiness was there
all over her face. Did they escape something?
I suspect they escaped the valley,
and arrived here for Korean BBQ, triumphant.
In a place where I’m safe,
where it is beautiful and the sun shines every day, why am I jealous of a girl
and a woman? Is it the girl? Is it the woman? Or is it being held and held
well beyond the regular amount by someone who never wants to let you go?