I . Miss . My . Beach

I miss

     my beach.

Mine

     because

I am one

      there.

I miss 

     the me time, 

the quiet. 

The calm.

I miss

       watching

the rolling waves,

feeling

      the sea

breeze

      against my face,

the wet

sand

      at my bare

    feet.

I miss

the luxury

of solitary time

where ideas

could percolate

in

  my

    head.

I miss

the visual

feast 

for

my

eyes. 

I miss

the awesomeness

of the vast ocean; 

an occasional

dolphin

bounding 

through 

the

    waves; 

and a wedge-tailed eagle

languidly looping

high       

above me.