Convalescing at a hospital
Near The sea shore
Where my view
Of the sea is inspirational
I was blind to it
But within reality
Surrounded by four walls.

I stare at a lovely
Tropical Island's picture scene
Coconunt palm trees
Laced with floral wreaths
Of wild hot reds
And iridescent hues
A banana Plant, misplaced
Attempts to steal the scene
Just a tinge it seems.

The aqua bay's
Soft gentle waves, slowly surf
Towards the shore
Windless ripples, embracing
The sands
I see no stormy gales
Of strong winds
And understand
Why The Boat
Had lowered it's sails
It was just passing me by.

Three quarters across the frame
Exiting stage left
As they say
The story of my life
Once again
I am left behind
Missing The Boat
That's sailing across, the aqua bay.


By: William Bonilla
12/05/05