Wednesday, June 03, 2009

Meet me at the Sandbar

Midnight.

It wll be 7 days...
Until we've waited 365 days
to pull into the coquina drive way
and
be free...

7 days until
the hum of the dripping little air conditioner
lulls me to accidental sleep on the rare occassion I give up and give in to motel logic...
until we're pretend skating around the Tiki Bar...
Couples only...
Backward skate...
Until the sun rises 10 mornings in a row to smile at us...over a blue, blue endless highway, or playing peek~a~boo behind the pink clouds of a fickle morning...
Until Jimmy has to run to the corner store to stock up on Michelob Light...
Until we have no clocks, no rules, no barefoot boots and
we laugh at
everything
that landed us here
yet
again...

at the Love Fest....

Lying in a hammock tethered by heartstrings....

9 comments:

skinnylittlesister said...

7 x 24 = you, me, friends and family down by the sea!

singleton said...

six and a half days to go...
counting...
dreaming...
packing...

skinnylittlesister said...

6 days now sisterlove...
I'll meet you there...
and 7 days from now, we will wake up there...
and 14 days from now, we will still be waking up from there...
ILYSVFM&CWTSUSL

she said...

with sisters

all things are possible.

"cheers!" from the e-beach

peace, love & laughter, ~s.

singleton said...

LOL! I woke up this morning and stretched, rolled over and smiled my way back to sleep....7 days from now we'll be waking up to the black morning of the beach and tiptoing out barefooted and pajama~ed to the ocean edge to wait for the Sun to open her eyes.

She, ahhhhh....listen for the Clink! in the wind!

sandyshares said...

wow go for it . wish it was me -- seems so long in between haha

singleton said...

Oh, Sandy! Wish it was you, too! And yes, it is forever and a million years and only a moment in between. Almost five days and counting...I can't begin to tell you how I'm longing for the sea, the wind, the silly little seagulls pirouetting in the sand,
the teensy weensy sand crabs racing across our barefeet, the drip castles, the perinwinkle soup...The Love....the healing...

Oceanshaman said...

I'm happy for you guys . . . a sisterlove respite well-earned . . . let the seaside jubilee begin . . .

P&L . . .

singleton said...

Oceans...Peace and love to you, too, friend...and May the Jubilee be the beginning of tethered wings set free:)