A poem to inhale spring in one breath.

It has been three days since I looked up at the sky.

My neck makes a cracking sound.

Every day, a screen.

Looking down, a screen.

My life is almost entirely a screen.

It has been five days since I saw the cherry blossoms.

Most of the petals have disappeared.

I didn't notice.

What a shame.

I look up.

My eyes pass through.

A cherry blossom path from my nose to my throat.

From today, every day

I'll walk with my head held high.