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.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
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