if i could sit by the sea
with an eye on the tide
rolling slowly in wave
after foaming blue wave
would i be able to savor
each moment passing by
or would my mind wander
off once again like a kite
left behind and lost on
a breeze the string trailing
in its wake as it sails
awkwardly away on warm
eddies of air headed for
some foreign shore or faint
horizon or perhaps catches
a downdraft and suddenly
plummets nose-ward into
blue grey swells so far
from the reach of children
chasing gulls on the beach?
