QUOTIDIAN DAY

Unclear and recounted
at the end of the day
being estranged
as a self defeating sun
when it can cause
the death in your skin
yet you sit on a towel
along the beached shore
absorbing rays
for your own vanity
enjoying all the body
of language echoing
as your vitality struggles
over dizzy zig zag blankets
for tender sex's sake,
as adolescents
spawn as mollusks
at the water's edge
you find a turtle
drunk in solitude
wrinkled like your worries
resting on
myopic day dreams
encompassed by waves
summoning you to the sea,
only wishing
for a  white shell to sing
you being a good sport
long for indifferent love
turning the sand upside down
by Kafka's Castle
next to you
in quiet contemplation
wishing for more
than the ordinary,
than just raising your hand
for a blood orange
or an imported Danish cheese,
you imagine a Mondrian print
in the favorable shade,
half expecting a ship to dock
with a new Greek lover
in an aquamarine swimsuit,
or to compose a sonata
for alto clarinet
in a contrapuntal harmony
as a memory of the skies
in havens of canaries
and celestial songbirds.