I have a favorite walk not far from where I live that never disappoints.The sand track, running parallel to the beach, appears mundane initially but on closer inspection, throws up such treasures that it keeps me ‘on my toes’ or rather keeps my eyes on their toes (If such a thing is possible.)
Everything on my morning walk
ask the skeleton of the wild carrot
why it stops me in my tracks,
becomes a work of art.
look how it raises its hands in supplication
As though humbly begging the sky to pay it some attention.