Overbearingly Sentimental

I am overbearingly sentimental.

Everything must have life,

everything must breathe air.

Memories, trees, rushing water,

even wind, invisible as she is.

Even the specks of dust

that catch in the light

seeping through cracks in the window.

Even the creeks,

even the brooks,

even the spines of my books.

All of it must be more

than mere existence.

Everything must know touch.

Everything must know love.

Even the creaking swings

on the playgrounds I grew up on,

even the blades of grass

that kissed my small fingers

by the dugout.

Everything.

Everything must feel.

Sarah Amoros