as the sun warms my feet

and my eyes trace the ocean of waves

  of sand, of the flow of life

To see that is is all in the perspective:

That from one place, the lines emerge and flow

  to sway in a measured dance

    of here and now

    to there

And from another, all is lost in sharp angles

  and dead ends

It seems so easy hhere,

  and it is

The hard part is learning, to remember

  to find that perspective

As I leave the here and now

  and emerge

  into Monday