a window opens
it’s summer again.
Easy days to breeze through the past like a happy ghost
attached to nothing, un-solid as waves
chasing the mysterious beauty across the shore
from whatever didn’t stick or stay.
There is an ocean of things to try in a lifetime
if you keep swimming softly forward, forgetting for fun.
Nothing’s good, nothing’s bad
Just things that had to be for you to be
ready to go catch the next wave
if you need something else to do.