NaPoWriMo : Early Bird Prompt

a lamentation for the other lives I could have lived, straightforward & highly vernacular 

I guess it's too late to live at the ocean

I guess I'm too old to untether from the praire and move to the ocean 

I guess it's too late to love at the ocean 

I guess it's too late to smell the air off the ocean 

I guess it's too late to start smelling you as you lie next to me at the ocean 

I guess there's is no weathered-cottage-white waiting for me at the ocean 

I guess you are not waiting for me at the ocean 

I guess I should be content with praire winds & sandhill cranes & no ocean

I guess it would be a crazy idea to unhook my life for the ocean 
and you

I guess it's too late to read Rachel Carson & Hemingway at the ocean 

I guess it's too late to become Hemingway at the ocean 

I guess I will not learn to tie

a mean bowline knot in anything under ten seconds like

Hunter S. Thompson at the ocean 

I guess it's too late to write at the ocean 
I guess it is too late to taste the brine of the ocean upon my tongue upon waking 
I guess it is too late to name the constellations of the ocean 

I guess it's too late to have clothes for the ocean 

clothes that move & dance & flow 

I guess I am too weary to dance on the dunes of the ocean 

I guess it's too late to learn the tides 

I guess it's too late to dust sea-dust from mantels & candles & sea glass 

I guess I should abandon all dreams
I guess I should abandon all dreams 

I guess it's too late to love life at the ocean 

I guess oceans are wild & wet 

salty
& 

unpredictable 

and then there's the sand 

The praire has sand & wind & grasslands & meadowlarks & thunderstorms 

I could not live without thunder 

Thunder slices into what is all of me

rolling blue electric white particles 
waking to 

dreams of 

oceans