How Bizarre

. . . I was rich, if not in money, in sunny hours and summer days . . . - Thoreau

it was summer

and it was warm

the tide was cuddling with the shore

caressing with soft sand, affinity and more

the sun shone ardently in a sort of spherical rapture

fire subdued

happiness imbued

palm trees lined the drive like bouncers at a dance club

sunglasses and tanning butter the order of the day

seagulls stood watch like palace guards

sandcastles refused to be washed away

tv remotes replaced by ocean motes

eternity was finally here

as sure as truth denotes

be sure to take careful notes

a new reign

a new season

a gentle breeze gossiped the news and informed

a time to transform

a time to be reborn

a new art form

it was summer

and it was warm

a time to hold near and go far

topless people were riding in a topless, five-wheeled car

how bizarre

Author's Note

"There were times when I could not afford to sacrifice the bloom of the present moment to any work, whether of head or hands. Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in reverie, amidst the pines and hickories and sumachs, in undisturbed solitude and stillness, while the birds sang around. I grew in those seasons like corn in the night, and they were far better than any work of the hands would have been. They were not time subtracted from my life, but so much over and above my usual allowance." - Thoreau