That’s Where I’ll Be
This morning, even though I’m waking up
(as always) in the permanently permafrosted
far-from-any-boardwalk’s hinterland, without
any real chance of the tarred roof melting
(no matter how hard the sun beats down)
it seems like, even this early, when it might be
least expected, I can hear it clearly:
of a happy carousel spinning in a park overhead;
and I could really go for one of their hot dogs or
maybe some french fries for breakfast.
I know it’s all in my head. And besides, I don’t
have fireproof feet; and all that sunshine’s bad
for what’s left of my skin.
I guess I’ll just stay
right here, have my fun before the sun comes
up, avoid the boardwalk’s imaginary carousel;
right here, under the blankets with my baby.