I Wrote...

I wrote a poem outside today.
I called it Spring Colours.
I wrote it without my heavy duty winter jacket.
And you have no idea how satisfied I am to be able to do that for once.

Not only did I realize how much more free my poems seemed when I wrote outside
I realized why I did it.

Everything outside is different every time.
You can never really expect what to spin around your head any time.

And when I was sitting around, I saw some families playing around.
This one family, a mixed family, a Chinese father and a Caucasian mother,
They had quite the beautiful family together.

The father was kicking around a deflated basketball, playing with his son
who barely even reached the height of his fathers leg.
The mother was sitting on the teeter-totter with the other two children,
I think they were daughters.

I also saw these little kids in the soccer field, playing softball, or baseball.
It was so relieving, at a lack of words,
to watch them enjoy themselves.

And the one thing I loved about writing outside was the randomness of it.

You never know what they're going to do next.
You can never expect to go outside and expect routine.
That family wouldn't be playing ball and sitting on the teeter-totter everyday
if they even ever went out everyday.

You can't really expect those small boys play softball everyday either.

One day, they might be playing soccer
one day the family might be playing tag or playing in the water park that isn't working yet
you never really know.

But one thing I loved about that randomness was the sole purpose of it.

Everything they did, it was for one bigger idea, and it was to get the love flowing.

Through everything they did together, they were doing it simply to build a community, a family, a love story, a united love within themselves.

And how sad it can be sometimes, because sometimes that's where I differ from them.

And I yearn for that all the time.

I will be writing my poems outside from now on.