Some days, like today

Some days, like today,
when I am beaming with a simple joy
and there is no thing as tomorrow
or yesterday, no
fabrication of complication,
only the truth of now, and now
my feet connecting me to earth,
my lungs ingesting, cleansing the whole world,
I lean into the warm wind
and whisper apologies

for a zoo

for a jar
     of fireflies

flowers

     cut

for humanity's creation
of broken hearts