By, Sean Frank
The mild buzz from a mid-day drink
A large glass reflecting my eyes
As they squint at the sizzling sun
I have claimed a plastic chair
Around a plastic table
With others in need of basic highs
To make up for all the lows and flat lines
We know exactly where we are
And have no interest in when’s or whys
Much less the date and time
Music is playing from a speaker
Not that much bigger than my glass
When I was a kid we had big boom boxes
Now everything is so compact
Well except for the smiles and laughs
Those still ring as true
As they ever have
This vacation will eventually end
But right now I am going to enjoy the stillness
The commotion, and the chaos
Doors opening and closing all day
No one in a hurry
Everywhere to be
But nowhere to stay
There’s something to be said for purpose
When it’s so relaxed and easily changed
Maybe I’ll hit the dock
Go into town
Or grab a six-pack and enjoy easy conversations
To the rhythm of the waves