Pleasant

You forget

how the clouds

enthralled you.

How the wind

kept you

guessing which

little part of

you might get

caught in its hands

and taken

for a reason

that’ll

keep you

guessing.

You forget

how the rain

washed you

without

asking for a

penny

in return.

How the shade

dappled your

skin so

nicely and

gently

despite the

lack of

gratitude

you offer.

You remember

only the burns

and the bites

and stings

and things

that you

make bigger

than that which

is pleasant.

You have yet

to discover

the beauty

of the

non-toothache.

The beauty

of pleasant

moments without

anything extraordinary.