Sheets

Sheets on a line

Spots are spoiled by shadows

As I try to hide

With bare feet on the grass

And green eyes to the sky

Clouds are puffy and white

And the breeze carries the sheets

Waving from side to side

The fresh smell of detergent

Mixed with the scent of outside

No sounds to bother

Not inside, or outside

No noise to distract me

From just being alive

A newly laid brick trail

To burn the bottom of my feet

But my calluses are thick

So I don’t feel the heat

All it takes

Is a slightly windy day

And the smell of fresh laundry

And just like that I’m back

Laying on the grass, late in May

Thinking back

When nothing could distract

Me from just being

There

With grass in my hair

And dirt on my feet

But I didn’t even care

Because the sun was shining

And the calendar was missing

So the day didn’t matter

Unless it was my birthday

Because it meant gifts and parties

Not just getting older

As the clock ticks

It gets harder to fix

Little things that have piled up

So you just say

“It is what it is”

Accepting that you can’t

Go back to the days

Where everyone was healthy

When the skies were never gray

Your eyes were much more lively

Now they are clouded with haze

I’m happy I can feel it

Like it was just yesterday

I’m happy I can see it

When I close my eyes

And I hope it stays forever

Until the day I die.