Living the Dream

-Andy Benavides

Because lying on the bench

            Always made me feel at home

The wind,

            Like invisible water

Wetting me in

            My imagination, my imagination

Because beauty cannot

            Breathe without your

Full attention

            Your thoughts, concentrated

Into a jar that

            You release into the sea

That drifts slowly away

            Towards the sun,

The ocean

            Gently slapping

The sides of your boat

            The cold makes you feel

Warm at home