california

i don’t know the name of the filter

that layers the california sky,

makes the blue so blue

that you remember you live on Earth.

makes everything look like it was dipped

in golden sunlight, like honey.

pearly clouds fresh off the tip

of God’s paintbrush.

you put away your headphones

because the beauty deserves every sense.

baby birds and chirping crickets

sing songs, nature’s acapella.

a glint of gold light flickers off your lash

and the world is a film with psychedelic colors.

and for a moment you’re hopeful

and decide to write a happy poem. :)