IHopeVeryVeryHard

by Andrea Millares

 

Like all of us do

at some point,

I’m lying in the

grass.

        I’m comforted

        by the sounds of

        birds going about

        their daily activities

        and the bees gossiping

        to all the little

        flowers

and I’m excited

by the rumors they’re

spreading.

I hope very very hard

that the birds

and the bees are

also comforted

and excited

         by the sounds of

         us rushing

         to work

         and taking sips of our coffee

         and complaining

         about our debts.

Otherwise,

what would it all be for?