walking past golden wattle
i walked past a blooming golden wattle tree
i was thinking about all the things i have left to do in life
switching between doomscrolling on my phone
and scrolling through possibilities in my brain
of everything i don't have
or will never have
or have now lost
before i even found it
but the way the the smell of the wattles filled my breath
it changed my mind
i instantly smiled
i turned back and admired the bloom
i like to think
that the scent of these flowers
went through my nose
through my lungs
then into my bloodstream
and then became a part of me
and changed me at that moment
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