After school I would wander in the forest
The trees whispered softly in the breeze
Dappled sunshine, birdsong, bees
in a little glade with flowers
I would sit down on a bench, alone
And look down at my phone
To friendly messages and messages of stress
To updates that sparked my inadequacy
with the semblance of abundance
Abundant wealth, abundant health
Abundant love, abundant wit
An abundance that in growing I had not
But then I would awaken to the trees
Their soft trembling of leaves
They spoke of enough and afterthought
and wisdom and of breath
I return today to that spot
and that tree, a little taller now
where you kissed me first, that time
Abundance gained in a moment