Mirror marks shine on branches
sturdier than my arms,
the water culls a bit of silver
with the morning sun
held to itself in the sky,
It’s all they need
a breathable fragility even the clouds
know, smiling wordlessly thin .
The grass forgave my angular bones
because, they know
today was the best day,
even the birds cleared my shape.
He said age is backfiring
he said as we grow old we worry
freedom does not come with time.
Too bad
I think
you already have it.
because
today is the best day.
