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
Ariel 