each passing day

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?