Wide Open. Poem by Alice Alyve

I felt the sun on my shoulders;
it was a warm day for December.
A warm year.

The grass was moist; I just missed the sprinklers.
I don’t like my slippers getting wet, but the earth felt good under my feet.

I heard birds whose names I didn’t know. And cars driving by
On the other side of the fence.

I seen and heard and felt everything. With eyes wide open.
Things that happen everyday.

I don’t usually notice.