believe in simplicity

i believe in tea that scathes and soothes

in hours twisting grass between my fingers

i believe in the sound of pens on paper

of silence that’s settled, content

i believe in whispers of wind

in the cusp of summer

i believe

i believe in hazel eyes and

second chances i believe in

old mascara smudges and

pop songs on repeat and

i believe

i believe in three hour phone calls

in broken phone chargers and

the way my hair smells in rain

i believe in melodic voices

in unearthing the good

i believe in dancing in the basement and

clean classical music and

in books that make me cry

in strong arms and soft hands and

stubbed toes and coconut lotion and

salting snails in the backyard

i believe

i believe in long drives in dirty cars

in green apples tangy on my tongue

i believe in airplane peanuts and

starting conversations i believe

i believe in the inexorable self

i believe