Anything Else

This is a poem about anything else.

This is a poem about the way sun glistens off dew like little shards of glass.

-about the way I sometimes see laughter bubble and spill across the floors of our home.

This is a poem about the way my coffee mug warms my hands before my coffee warms my mind.

-about the way freshly-cut grass smells like sun and summer.

This is a poem about the way bike rides up the canyon make me feel like I’m flying.

-about the way everything quiets under snow-covered sky.

This is a poem about the way I walk along sun-softened tar, watching as my footprints hold then fade.

-about the way my ice cream cone melts and I lick it from my wrists.

This is a poem about the way ice cubes scribble like temporary chalk on blister hot cement.

-about the way cold ocean waves shock air from your lungs.

This is a poem about the way some of my smiles reach deep into my eyes.

And this is definitely not a poem about missing my dad.