Spent my day out sitting beneath the sun
Drinking gin and tonics and Tom Collins
Reading a novel I wish would never end
But want to end
So that I may move onto and into another book waiting patiently on my shelf

Thinking about the past and the future
But living in the present with only the cold drink and book on my mind

Listening to the neighborhood kids
Grow up faster than we did
But never reach the age of maturity
They play in the streets
Dribble their basketballs
And rob houses when they need some cash

Listening to the insects make their noises
And if you listen closely
You can hear the spiders lying in wait
Setting their traps
Hoping to catch their next meal

The clouds roll across the sky
The sun hides and comes out again
I squint my eyes in the light and relax them in the shade
A slow strobe light of natures intent

The wind blows and howls periodically
Freezing the sweat on my chest
And cools me down on the parts my drink doesn't touch

There's work tomorrow but that is a decade away
And even further from my mind

Today I sit out in the sun
Drinking gin and tonics and Tom Collins
Reading a novel
That never ends