A Water View

One day

I want to lounge on my deck and reflect

on the reflections of the ocean

as the sun’s rays reach the blue of the sky

and are refracted in the water

into what appears to be an infinite number of tea lights

lit up and floating on the sea’s surface

so harsh that sunglasses are a medical necessity

because to look out without them

could literally result in being blinded by the light

which would be a shame

to have a water view you couldn’t watch

you could still feel the breeze

so cooling and refreshing

like an enormous invisible oscillating fan

strong enough to send seagulls soaring

you could still smell the beach

a combination of salt and freedom and carelessness

you could still touch the sand

so soft, yet gritty

but it really would be a pity

if you couldn’t sit and watch the edge of your world

tip over the top

of its almost inconceivable horizon
and at night if I saw a light out in the darkness
when the moon makes the waves' ripples look like stairways to heavens
I would imagine the boat is manned by smugglers
looking to come ashore in a cove
because as we all know
smugglers only seek coves
not beaches or bays

and when night meets day

I want to lounge on my deck and reflect

on whether the reflections are jewels they dropped

as they made their way to shore