Elton John wrote, "sorry seems to be the hardest word". This poem's kind of about that.
I've been experimenting with non-poetic forms lately, including flash fiction, like this 171-word story.
I went for a walk because I thought it would be “good for me” to get outside and move and breathe fresh air. It turns out I needed more than that...
Given the time we're all spending "sheltering" in our homes right now, it seemed apropos to share this poem.