Before Tomorrow

Rolling tunnels
Of barreling foam
White fluffy clouds
On sea's surface they perch
Tumbling and crashing down
Over a cluttered water field
Of busy bronzed bodies
Coo's, squeals and laughter
Enveloping the air
And the life guard blows his whistle
Loudly
From high up on his chair
Boss of the beach
Under red and white shade
Summer days
I'm caught in a summer daze
As the burning sun rises
And kisses the bright blue sky
Changing images and shifting shadows
We watch this scene play out
In all different lights
Just as we do life
Figures packed in a row
Like sardines in a can
By afternoon
Disappearing into life's eight
In silence we sit
And we are calm
Just one more two
Amongst the many we wait
To rest our heads
Along with the sun
As it goes to sleep
Behind the earth
Before tomorrow comes
And again so do we
And we will