When whitecaps wave with ardent excitement
and fierce wind topples umbrellas like kite
flying surf side while waves pound sand—
birds screeching with ambiguous delight
and tykes digging desultory holes in sand,
clouds remain sailing heroes of the day
scudding to their global destiny
as ambassadors of climatic play.
Those unfettered clouds have no small regrets
inhabiting those blue celestial spheres
that some humans daydream upon absurdly
in moments of narcistic reverie.
The cawing of a seagull on bleached beach
is older than mankind’s ambitious reach.