just from looking at the trees

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There’s an app
that unlocks my truck
without the key
but it mostly doesn’t work
This is a simple poem
about attention
no great epic
but relevant
for you
Outside the hot springs
I held the red button
watched
the loading icon
I tried three times
Bella had the actual key
in the changing room
I couldn’t pack the towels
or organize the storage
under the backseat
At the edge of the parking,
an Aspen tree
in the grass
beside a boulder
and two hundred yards
behind the trembling
heart-shaped leaves
sharp sedimentary rock
solitary pines
hanging on diagonally
like skiers hiking
to the ridge
the sky
and south-moving clouds
were smoke from a campfire
I didn’t cry
or remember my dad
I smiled and felt at ease
in my face and chest
just from looking at the trees