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-floating ferries accessible in my love times of 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 erotic times Tropical paradise thick jungles and majestic ranges crystal mountains of ice feeding hungry oceanic eyes of other visitors on this spinning miracle of life. Perhaps in my next love-life I will become a more resonant remediating ferry bringing those who say Yes! to ancient plateaus of earthquake riding discomforting delight.