i found the perfect place to study at school.
no one else comes here. they all want
the cool, climate-control of the library
with its computers and cushions and
signs banning snacks. i’d rather be here
with a lake and green grass and feet
that can breathe without shoes. i choose
dirt over carpet and rocks over tile and
this alwaysthereblanket over hard, plastic tables.
i prefer to watch the gnats dance and spin and twist
fast like cells beneath the light of a microscope
than to be subjected to a fashion show of magazine style.
i study outside not at all a scientist.
arriving without questions or goals
i still manage to leave with answers.
if i am able to decide around the day’s demands
i will always see the sunset.
i will always pick the sky.