Imagine moving to the beach,
Living so close to the sand and the sea.
Imagine waking up
And smelling salty water on the morning air,
Hearing gulls squawk in rhythm
With the crashing breakers.
Imagine all of the lights,
All of the nights on the piers.
Ferris wheel like an eye
Watching, illuminated,
In the darkened sky.
Imagine a boat in a marina,
Waiting to go fishing for flounder.

Imagine getting used to it,
A permanent vacation.
How long would it take
To take it for granted?
Would I miss the trees and the hills,
And the Pennsylvania vibes?
Is a vacation still a vacation
If it happens every night?

Maybe it's better here
Among the snowy, fallen leaves,
Because it gives me something
To look forward to,
Gives me something to believe.
Trudging through the muck,
Working through the week,
Gives me a special kind of appreciation
For the sunny, sandy beach.