Wishful Thinking 

The pull of the ocean current

there is always some deterrent

as the waves wave goodbye

no chance for me to drip dry.

No beach chair calls my name

to stretch my tired frame

gain skin that is sun kissed

can't strike one off the bucket list.

Neither have sandy toes

nor wear minimal clothes,

either miss the gull and cove

or the beach ball with the drove.

An email pops up on screen

time to return to routine

imagining a brilliant getaway

dreaming is for another day.