Can’t Always Be All Blue Skies

I’ve never had it in me to sleep all day

But even with South Beach outside my door, I’m wishing I could in this funny little room with its tiled floor and honest-to-god murphy bed

Yesterday the clouds and the piers and the rock jetties and the kids fishing and the men fishing and all the Miami clothes

Yesterday all the hurricane damage remnants in piles along the streets and fencing

Yesterday the humidity and whatever is wrong with my heel or my Achilles’ tendon and that whole situation worrying me

Yesterday with aromatic Dutch-Indonesian food that reminds you why this is a perfect corner of the country and the only other group in the place was this family and their child’s laugh so much like my child’s laugh at that younger age and yet it was the flavors giving me deja vu for something that distinctly never happened and I still don’t know what

So many of the streetlights out

So many of the walks dark

So many Benzes so many black so many gleaming

Margaret talks about how when she gets behind on drinking water some days she feels like she can never catch up

But eventually she’ll sleep and eventually she’ll start over

I can’t tell if I’m never here or if I’ve always been here

Something like, thanks for playing

That’s where I’m at

Location:Ocean Dr,Miami Beach,United States