From Where I Lay

Swollen, tired feet; hot, humid air; long day; rest sorely needed.

Sweat glistens my body.

In my hand, a cold beverage of choice: Maker’s Mark on the rocks.

The sun will drop below the horizon soon.

I can only hear the waves slap against the starboard side.

All I can see is the ocean. All I want to see is the ocean.

I drift peacefully.