Magnus Grace

I’m so busy now,

Even when I’m not, I’m busy,

Online, scrolling mindlessly, thoughtlessly,

Deeper and deeper into the well,

Good morning, sunlight like syrup

Touching every dew-streaked blade

Of grass and puddle of drying mud.

Good morning, air that smells of spring,

Air that sounds

Spring is blooming 

around me, 

the trees flushing pink, 

the wildflower-shaped freckles 

scattered throughout the grass 

growing darker, brighter 

with the sun; 

If we got stuck 

In an elevator 

Would we have a real conversation 

For once? 

Could I make you laugh 

If we were in an elevator 

Would you trust