drawing energy from the sun
clover and wildflowers mingle in the grass
bumblebees suckling their nectar
birds calling for their future mate
giddy from the prospect
aroma of honeysuckle
suspended in thick, musky air
ants are busy with their work
diligent, little creatures
living in the doldrums
i am not that domesticated,
nor do i ever wish to be
here i am
alone with my insecurities
madly in love and broken-hearted
because only those
who hold our hearts
can crush them
april 2001