My Zen Florida Vacation

Far away by the oceanside I sit and watch the seagulls fly inside a pale orange sun that has yet to warm a reposing sand Over by the boardwalk the air still hums of yesterday's feet two youngsters feeding pelicans perched on feathered height The smell of fried shrimp coming out of a windowless kitchen tall glass pina colada bottles with little umbrellas inserted in down by the ocean the burgundy traces of a latent sun arrives as we sip slowly, and eat quietly, atop the hotel peer Its as if it happened yesterday but I can still smell the French fries wrapped in plaid red and white paper drenched in crisping oils Pungent odors of chlorinated water from the pool now all gone replaced by freshly shampooed hair, and lingering sun tan lotion Wearing a linen white dress and my recently purchased mala beads I feel more Zen in my pinky today then I felt in a lifetime my friend far away by that ocean it was the perfect vacation without any fear when I stop to think of it I hope to return there some time next year.