Life is a Beach

Life is a long walk

From the parking lot

To the perfectly placed beach blanket.

You carry everything in one trip,

Helpless to anyone who needs change for a dollar.

With each gasp of air, you imagine that yellow and white square

Floating neatly above the sand,

Prepared for a soft landing.

Hopeful eyes pan the area for solitude from others who’ve beaten you.

More steps required. Your grip is ebbing, items, falling.

They cascade from your bent arms.

You lean over. It’s no use.

The chaos of too much stuff wins. 

You’ve found a spot,

Perfect for now.