Opportunity
Is a single droplet of water
In the fruitless desert
Of missed
Opportunity

I would tell you first -
First of all, I don't smile
As much as I should.

I can't remember
Why it was that you moved me -
Smells on my pillow.

The cool slush of tires
rolling over puddles sounds just like
waves falling on waves in the distance.  

As the sound gets closer, as the cars rumble
just out of arms reach,
the white noise from the radios
becomes a gentle breeze.
  
I stretch my leg out,
as if to dip my toes
in the surf. 

The floor beneath me
becomes warm sand
that comes to life -
wrapping around my feet like a blanket
on a cold,
wet
afternoon.  

God,
what I wouldn’t give for a good book
right now.  Anything to pass
the ‘unforgiving minute.’  

Because, just dreaming of waves
isn’t enough.  
The sound haunts me and wakes me from a quiet sleep.  
As they beat a cadence on the
helpless sand,

the waves are a constant reminder of time

and its limits.

To see is to know
To know is to understand
To understand is to live
To live is to die
To die is to soar
To soar is to fly
To fly is to fall
To fall is to die.

If only time would stop its course,
If only for a day,
If only we could live as kids,
If only I could stay,
But sunsets are a time of joy,
They show us what has been,
If only time would stop its course,
If only

Catch a blind fish
Tangled in your net,
Like chewing gum in a child's hair,
Wet, salty morning air.