Standing

Hyacinth sweet. Daffodil yellow. April wind.

I stand.

The blue of sky is pushing through. Trees are quietly budding despite the ring of a church bell reminding them and me of time and task. A defiant spring.

Two friends stop to chat with me. One with her dog the other with his lunch in hand. I’m lucky, I think, for these two beings who share their space with me on a campus nearly within eyeshot of a river. The river gifted mountains that shoulder the beauty of a passing winter.

We all pass time together - the purple hyacinths, the bold daffodils, the loved dog, and generations of trees.

I descend concrete steps to the wet worm smell of fresh mulch and a squirrel stops me. Its nose brown. Its paws full of dirt discovery. The sneaker-sound of a single student ahead of me.

We will all get through The This together. The Now and The Tomorrow.

While standing.