Rainbows inside
A waning glass
of pale golden wine,
perspiring inside a casual grip -
Like little islands or skeleton hands,
patterned white fingertips press
the drink against thirsty lips.
Stress wound around
the rim tighter than a spool,
Remembering to let go
of the uncertainties and
watch prisms of light
cast shadows on the ground,
enjoying strums of
pleasant guitar sounds
floating out to sea;
Only at the beach.