I always knew I loved leaves
viewed from below
as I lay in the dirt daydreaming
their shapes like hands
open to catch the rain
but I didn’t know I loved
the space inbetween
that my grandmother urged me to study
if I scrunch my eyes
the leaves fade and the sky takes shape
coming forward like a cartoon
flat and smooth with edges
I can take a bite out of
tasting as buttery and soft as the snickerdoodle
that I stole from the cooling rack
I know I love a celebration
when friends come inside with hugs
and smiles and bottles of wine
stealing private conversation
while everyone is dancing and toasting
but how about the ordinary days
not marked by events or memories
those days that stretch and meander
like a lazy hike to the top of the hill
out of breath and panting
breathing in the aroma
of cow paddies and dead grass
grateful for legs and lungs
and my mountain.