No4: AUGUST

PHOTO BY KATIE KERN

KATIE KERN

The grass sways tranquilly in the wind, undisturbed.

The waters stroke towards the beds of sand.

The clouds drift away as the sun finds its opening.

I find myself searching for old memories and placing my mind into moments of peace, moments that now feel unfamiliar. 

The shoulders of sweaty concert-goers rub against me.

The floor bounces as the crowd jumps along to the rhythm of the songs.

The phone cameras, blocking my vision of the stage.

I search for moments of being close to strangers or hugging a friend. 

The 5 year olds scream and nervously laugh playing tag.

The park is filled with strollers.

The playground, packed with strangers.

The memories of August were not expecting March.