SUMMER MUSING

Wishful Thinking

If my pool was the ocean

and my back yard filled with sand,

I’d spend most every waking hour

just in sight of land.

 

I’d float and splash and frolic

like a kid on holiday.

I’d build a castle out of sand

and chase seagulls away!

 

If my pool was the ocean

I’d swim with dolphins in the dark.

I’d feed the pelicans popcorn

and make friends with the shark.

 

I could call up Jimmy Buffett

and have him bring some friends,

crank the blender, boil some crabs

and dance until night ends.

 

As the sun rose over the water

golds and pinks began to seep,

I’d walk along the water’s edge

collecting treasures from the deep.

 

If my pool was the ocean

and dunes filled my back yard,

I might become a hermit.

It wouldn’t be that hard.

 

I’d spend each day just lounging

in the sun with book in hand.

Nap, then read, then nap again.

Now wouldn’t that be grand!

 

I’d ask no one to visit.

No kinship would I brave.

The swooshing of the breaking waves

is the only sound I crave.