take a moment, if you will

and disconnect your mind from false urgency.

if your phone buzzes in your back pocket, let it be;

let it buzz.

you don't try to stop the bees from buzzing.

you don't even care if they do.

but maybe you should.

your phone will always be in your back pocket

but you won't always have this golden afternoon

and to think, you could be wasting it curled up in your bed

watching tiktok and guzzling starbucks

you are wise to be out here

let wind wash your face

let sunlight illuminate your hair 

and burn the tips of feathery lashes

let the pure scent of daffodils fill your nostrils

and take you back

to your grandmother's garden when you were six

her smile as she tugged on gloves and showed you how to pull weeds

and only pick the right blossoms