First Time In A Month

I tell a child about a sweet gum tree.
The spiky balls float in the tiny creek.
The creek runs through our neighborhood.
It is so small and weak but it always runs
She wants to gather as many as she can and throw.
The air is brisk and the sun is warm.
It is not the office. It is not the chair.
It is not my house cooped up.
This it he most relaxed I have been in a month.