Poem: Grass Touched

A poem about doing some work away from screens.

I stood on the side of a hill for a day,
my phone in a bag below. I didn’t die,
no one lied — or if so, I wasn’t there
to read it. I planted trees, lived in

the breeze; felt the dirt with my
fingers and let the winter sun warm
my heart, if not my back. Good day
on the hill. Great day offline. The cat

memes and nonsense sat in a
temperature-controlled storage facility,
waiting; mutating. I’d post them all
the next day. Renewed. Invigorated.