some trees make it look so easy

One of the best things about doing National Poetry Month for as long as I have been—which is like, an absurd amount of time at this point—is that I spend the rest of the year collecting poetry. I'm not that organized about it, though, which is how I have ended up with a bunch of random screenshots on my phone that I finally put in a folder, and stacks of poetry books in both ebook and hardcopy (only some of which I have actually read), and a "poetry" bookmarks folder and a "poetry" dropbox folder and, you know, maybe I should stop talking about this before I dig myself any deeper. The point is, I save stuff I like and hope that someday (usually in April) I will find it again. I got this one from the poetryisnotaluxury instagram, which is an absolute gift.

Can we talk about the moon
tonight? Low & full
in the baby-blue sky. A friend
at my door, the sound
of her laugh & well-loved
heart. I want to be held
up like that. I need a poem
about happiness I haven't
written yet, an ode
to the ducks in my neighbours'
pool, another for the pink
magnolias of spring—some trees
make it look so easy: Yes,
I can hold all this beauty up.

—Kyla Jamieson, "I Need a Poem," from Body Count, 2020.