Sensing Sunday

Back at the beach
I’m relaxing, phone off,
alone. Amazing.
Water in a thermos,
pack of almonds,

two volumes of poems,
cotton blanket, big hat,
virgin journal.
Ah, a rookie error.
No pen. And another

I’m not in the mood
to mention. Swimming as ever
in oceans of emotion,
chin above deep water
at the moment,

three hours on the meter
on Main Street. Anxiety rolls in
as I read the great ones.
Back to the sensory.
I’m not hungry.

I’m not thirsty.
Little girl races by laughing.
Daddy scoops her up.
Belly kisses.
Time for sunscreen.


#23 of 30 poems in 30 days for National Poetry Writing Month, April 2017


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