The Island

Afternoon sun
Finally peeks out...

The ocean is still cold
Salty and sandy
Children delight
In the beach
Paradise.

The moss hangs
From the draping trees
And pollen covers
Everything
Changing the landscape
From green
To yellow.

Lagoons winding
Full of fish
And brackish water
Teeming with life

The air is fresh
And salty
And I am reminded
Of seafood
And summer.

Bask in the beauty
That before
I never noticed.
Too caught up
In the circle...
Too sick
To even look.
Too busy
Looking for the man
To even see
The beauty
Of this place.

Regret.