At a surprise empty beach on a springtime weekday
(We forgot the blanket and water but it will be okay.)
The albatross soars high above us, teasing tiny seagulls
We laugh at them as we say, "Who wouldn't want to be us?"
As the planes fly low, so close over our heads,
We forget about every bad thing anyone ever said.
I squeal with joy and insist we change places,
So you can see the planes, try to make out the faces
Of all the travelers in the tiny windows
They're flying straight through the sun, right around a rainbow!
More chips and salsa please. I've made us turkey sandwiches.
Shall we play Uno or Kings in the Corner? Such frivolously simple choices!
We'll cast our own nets and sail out to the sun one day,
And smile at the kind sunshine as our troubles float away.
