Trying to compose my thoughts in Jupiter, FL

Out there

On the canal

Pass the wake-makers,

The mood-breakers

In their giant white or blue gleaming boats

Racing back and forth, or so it would seem

Since they all look pretty much the same

Like clones from 3-D printers

That reify whatever you want

Complete with a cooler full of your favorite drinks.

I'm talking about 30 - 40 foot yachts

With 3 or 4 outboard motors each

And each with two or three bikinied beauties on the bow

And a man stooped over the driving wheel

And some other men scattered about

In man-huddles with beers.

Oh, and each with its own sound track.

I treat myself to the fantasy that their world is flat

And that they will drive off the edge

Somewhere out of sight to the right.

So the ones passing from right to left

Are not the same boats

That are passing from left to right,

But are heading for their own drop-off into infinity.

Below this millionaire's circus

There is the starfish,

The manatee,

The turtle,

The fish

And the hermit crab,

All trying to live their invisible lives in their round world,

And there is me, sitting

In the partial shade of a mangrove

Trying to compose my thoughts.