the day!

Thank you, beautiful day!
My only regret for the day is that I can't
sit among the palm branches, skin-drinking sun, eye-sipping the morning's grandeur
run wildly with the campus creatures, staring mischievously into the eyes of passerby
bury myself beneath sand and age, till the sea claims me his under-beach princess (what a fantastic wedding it will be)!

Thank you, beautiful day!
As the world wrinkles its brow, I will grin
with broken teeth and gnarled lip
with shaky hands and callused heels
and say,
"You are welcome to smile with me,
and hold my hand,
bending into the wind,
to run this fantastic race!"

Thank you, beautiful day!