I’m on vacation,
A time to relax,
A time to let things go,
A time for nothing.
Yet, the conversation around me speaks
Of a time filled with anxiety,
Of a time accumulating annoyances,
Of a time weighted by everything.
Man, I’m out of this shit,
I just want to sit, write, read, anything,
But discussing coronavirus and schools,
Politics and protests,
I’m undoing the last three months
One sea breeze massage at a time.
My time, down time,
I’ve got my sunblock on,
My flip flops off, the
Sounds of Bakersfield spinning,
A margarita craving raging,
Simple poems flowing,
Hearty provolone sliced,
A mask ready to go, and
Not a care about anything else.