I had planned some yard work for today but instead enjoyed this lovely spring day on my back porch reading a book, watching the birds, and listening to my neighbor’s music. It’s been well worth it.
Today the breeze stirs
my Japanese yew
and I think of sea oats
fencing sand dunes.
If I squint
at my newly polished nails,
tips on old calloused feet,
a younger me appears,
beach towel beneath,
pointed at the ocean.
I remember books
open on my chest,
radio playing
I drifted to sleep.
Now I hold an ebook.
A neighbor plays vinyl.
Birds sing.
Their bath is full.
A brown thrasher comes,
and I see children
splashing in the surf.
Today would make
a fine beach day,
but it is miles away
and I am here,
thankful
for this life,
these memories.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2026-04-02 at 21:53
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Let It Wait
Yard work can wait.Today the breeze stirs
my Japanese yew
and I think of sea oats
fencing sand dunes.
If I squint
at my newly polished nails,
tips on old calloused feet,
a younger me appears,
beach towel beneath,
pointed at the ocean.
I remember books
open on my chest,
radio playing
I drifted to sleep.
Now I hold an ebook.
A neighbor plays vinyl.
Birds sing.
Their bath is full.
A brown thrasher comes,
and I see children
splashing in the surf.
Today would make
a fine beach day,
but it is miles away
and I am here,
thankful
for this life,
these memories.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Read 5 times
Written on 2026-04-02 at 21:53
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