Best Place on Earth

Still looking.

That's what I tell people
when they ask me: where do
you want to retire?

Oh, there's a perfect place.
I can see it as clear as I
can see myself in the mirror.

High up on a granite cliff
overlooking the Pacific
as it fights to claim its
piece of the American Dream.

That's where I'd like to
retire. Right there, where
the eternal sunshine lights
up the angry, futile spray of the
waves, and the bracing wind
fills your nostrils with the scent
of salt and iodine as you sip
your coffee, and you say

dammit, but I've made it,
I've made it to the best
place on Earth, and the stirrings
of the planet's crust way
down below may be a
warning sign, but you can
ignore it, because there's
still time. There's still
time.

Isn't there?