Permanent Vacation

A beach vacation: labor to pretend
that we are meant to lead a life of leisure,
to sift with carefree fingers through the sand,
no, not in search of hidden prize or treasure,
but for a sense of timelessness. To us
the hourglass, a metaphor for being.
Where better then to discourse, to discuss,
or hide, for some, from time itself, all-seeing,
than in the flowing dunes that wrap the shore
in infinite and precious, precious seconds.
Dare waste a whole week's worth, and ask for more,
reality be damned, the siren beckons,
out there where the horizon draws a line.
Come, join with me, she sings. The water's fine.