This poem was inspired by a recent school trip to Germany, when I was standing on the country’s largest rope bridge. I have been told a lot of times that the adjective “good” isn’t descriptive enough, but then I felt that there was no better word.
I see it as solid
Maybe that’s odd
Mountain Kings dwarf our solitude
With their own stoic sleepiness
And I am not afraid
Everything is too good for that.
Dear underrated adjective
Let me colour you in with the contented day
And wrap you with the smell of cut grass
Now I understand.
I will tie you up in the shoelaces of new boots,
Bury you in a midnight novel idea,
Watch you rise in my brain
Like the everyday sun across these
Crash through you
Like dead leaves
Splash through you
Swimming pools on summer days,
I will taste your one simple sound
Takeaway and salt and family chatter
I will stand with you
Lean across the ropes and count tree tops
And see how much is
You demand nothing from anyone
You are pronounceable
You are a word with without prejudice
You are not needing an alternative
Because if this day is good
Then it is beautiful.