Dream

I’m in the woods again,

Trekking slowly,

Because I never see the birds,

Chickadee,

Goldfinch,

Downy Woodpecker, 

when I’m hurrying.

I always take my time, 

Snap photos of ferns, 

Yesterday I took a moment outside the cafe

And watched people walking by

You would think upon seeing me

Tea in hand

I was at peace

And you are right

But I also find joy in taking moments to just be

It’s the fruit picked fresh from the tree, and tangy juice running down your chin.

The smell of ocean air mixed with the laughter of children fleeing the waves.