On My Beach

I've missed watching most clouds floating past during this life, probably better as a spectator sport than an insider's game. I've missed most summer-fertile ferries available in my life. Usually watching from the shore, passed by to wonder how it would feel to see and smell and taste more of exotic destinies and times, tropical paradise thick jungles and majestic ranges feeding hungry oceanic eyes of other visitors on this spinning miracle of life. Perhaps in my next life I will become a ferry bringing those who say Yes! to ancient plateaus of earthquake riding delight.