by Grace Q. Song

walking down the side
of my house, i count
the number of steps
it takes to cross
this white field of pebbles.
for months, i could not
touch the world. i only knew it
through the window
in my room. now
the wind bounds past me
like a dog. someone
has overturned a stone
in the backyard.
the vines are crawling
over the summer-
tanned fence again,
and every day i feel
less romantic.