orchids

When I walk through the fields, red backpack slung across my shoulders, grass and wheat skimming my knees,

I often go past

heather

nettles

and wild orchids.

I like the wild orchids best because they’re beautiful and they smell nice and they remind me of the first time

I saw an orchid.

when I still live in a city and, starved of nature, I dreamt

Of my room filled with them.

Like living in a garden.