just from looking at the trees

thursdays are for poems that bring ease

There’s an app
that unlocks my truck
without the key
but it mostly doesn’t work

This is a simple poem
about attention
no great epic
but relevant 
for you 

Outside the hot springs
I held the red button
watched
the loading icon

I tried three times
Bella had the actual key
in the changing room

I couldn’t pack the towels 
or organize the storage
under the backseat

At the edge of the parking,
an Aspen tree
in the grass 
beside a boulder 
and two hundred yards
behind the trembling
heart-shaped leaves 
sharp sedimentary rock

solitary pines
hanging on diagonally
like skiers hiking
to the ridge

the sky
and south-moving clouds
were smoke from a campfire

I didn’t cry 
or remember my dad
I smiled and felt at ease
in my face and chest
just from looking at the trees