The hour I lost: a poem

One step in front of the other,

stepping on the soft green grass.

Sounds of laughter

from small children.

A four year old boy

learning to ride his bike.

Thinking of a coffee shop to

stroll to.

A father and his daughter,

hand in hand. 

Chatting about where to find

water to drink

for the dog.

A mother 

consoling her son

as he cries for 

ice cream. 

A middle aged man

running with his 

teenage daughter,

racing against each other.

A Chihuahua and 

Pomeranian,

barking to see

who's bigger and badder. 

The wind is blowing,

a little too chilly for my taste.

Luckily I brought my jacket.

Scents of sandwiches and 

fruit juice,

as they lay across a 

red plaid picnic blanket,

on the vibrant green grass.

I close my eyes

and take it all in.

My camera isn't working,

so I fight to capture this 

in my mind. 

I was startled by 

Frankie.

Little brown dog.

His owner smiled and continued

walking.

Anyways

The air is crisp. 

The sky is a rich blue, 

with a few whispy clouds.

Palm trees down the street,

dancing with the wind

and having fun. 

Breathing deep

while I flirt with 

the hour I lost.