i forgot to pause 
and watch the leafy palm fronds 
as sea breeze blew 
and made them wave towards passing birds 
chorusing the dawn. 

and i neglected to notice 
the way sunshine warmed
my hungry skin in spring,
or to breath  in slow 
the fragrance of rain  
mingling with earth.

and yet i remember 
wondering why 
the world had turned grey there
for a bit.

isn’t that peculiar?


heather pound 2025

Photo by Harshil Gudka on Unsplash