in the palm of my hand


In the palm of my hand

free will to love

sweet n sour feelings

locked in sensory memory

for those days

when I can’t breathe

today is a gift

to saunter, dogs at my heels

blue sky, Simpson clouds

Just breathe it in

and remember,

I find a perfect white feather

further along a Bowen mango

around a corner,

a young man lies on dewy grass

under an olive tree

a chihuahua races up the green

running, free at last

an old car pulls up

the door opens and in he jumps

mum and kids sigh with relief

an aboriginal boy pushes his bright green bike

across the road, to see his mate

knocks on a gate

“Nathan good morning”

his face beams,

when he sees his friend

another day begins