nothing

A Poem by s.d.

first poem ive written in a while, any critique is appreciated

There is nothing I would like more in the world than to sit and breathe

Taking in the sky in all its stages

Going from translucent blue

To a color ive never fully had a name for

To the starless sky which seems to be the most unfortunate drawback of the city.

Nothing I would like more than to walk through my park during the golden hour

And watch as everyone else rushes home

Everyone just seems so afraid of the dark

Not that they can be blamed, and im afraid too

I just find it odd; but:

Nothing I would rather do than sit on the stoop in front of my house

Just because I don’t want to go inside and deal with all of the noise that my family makes

It all seems like white noise to me and they always ask questions

So even though I have to battle the mosquitoes and the cat makes noise,

Theres nothing I would rather do than sit on the stoop in front of my house.

Nothing I would rather do than sit and do nothing all day even though what I really want to do is read the book of poetry on my nightstand

But even that seems like too much

And I don’t have enough of the feeling in me that it takes to read poetry

But maybe I will later.

Nothing I would rather do than drive around aimlessly just because I like all the lights and to be able to listen to music without feeling like I have to be doing something else simultaneously. Its terrible to feel that way sometimes.

Nothing I would rather do than cry over a movie, nothing I would rather do than eat at the same restaurant four nights in a row, nothing I would rather do than fold my white laundry, nothing I would rather do than sit on a bench and watch people pass by.

Nothing I would rather do, than do all this with you.