Not Far From My Window

I see our morning golden sun rising ocean white-caps, rolling west about to spill cool salty air Seagulls soar, poised for diving crystal clear sea, Looking for fish, so hover still Only yards from where I’d toss my pole to fish where I've set my pad, scribe one poetic line with anticipation too, enjoy a veggie, fish fry walking our white sandy shore, as gull's dine To desert my writing desk, stare concentrating, a place of pictures, in holiday greetings... writing, reading, or alone there computing sometimes it’s as if gazing onto a post card, Day-dreaming, I'll soar outside unto different space only feet away from reality, no time to watch all goings on beyond... for my Sun sets soon, on a fine day in my imaginary