dis)connecting
do not disturb is a phone setting and a feeling
as I set out the evening breeze
biting my cheek is an invitation
I walk until I remember how to find shapes in clouds
until I can smell the sweat on my upper lip
until I can really listen
again
under a tree I am
dancing in yellow and
happily trading oxygen for saffron and the next has
a burnt butter color and a velvety smell
the twin path through crinkly leaves is from bikes side by side, not car tires
I pass a ringtone that isn’t mine and keep walking
heading back but now
bitten and invited
Annie Powell Stone (she/her) is a fan of peanut butter toast. She lives on the ancestral land of the Piscataway people with her husband and two kiddos in Baltimore City, MD, USA.
Link: online portfolio
IG: @anniepowellstone