I almost wrote you a poem
but then I turned on my computer
and got lost
I read about a woman who left her kids in her car on a bridge
and jumped off
I saw some posts
about where we are as a species
and our climate
and the teenagers that are working
to try and turn us around
then I read a text from my sister
and sent her a contacts info
and got working on a spread sheet
so I could record
the names and numbers
of the people
who will come and sing with us
I typed and moved
and fixed
and then
after getting lost on work of digits and details and words
I stepped outside
and saw
the still life of the bike
parked by the side of the house
the shadows cast and the ground reflecting the light of the city sky
and the chamomile flowers glowing
like polka dots in the dark garden
and I remembered
that I was going to write you
a poem
