Yani's Voyage Poem by Kewayne Wadley

As he sat and watched with youthful eyes
He wondered how nice it would be to visit his plastic beach
Ever since he first shook his gift round and round his fifth birthday his mind would venture
He'd explore the sand covered vinyl piece by piece
Not much room to explore he'd rest his feet by the faded water which turned the same color as the plastic sand over time
Waiting for the wind that never came
He'd sit and watch the plastic beach in his hand
Fantasizing about the plastic cloth that hung from the two trees glued to the vinyl sand
How nice it would be to lay against the plastic cloth and dream
He'd shake his world and watch the water swirl around
Wetting the sand from which he watched inside out
How he could replace the painted man that always smiled with the painted sun
Would it be as hot as he imagined
Would the world still look the same from the inside looking out
With youthful eyes he swirled the waters around his painted world
Imaging fish that swam against his current
What they would look like
What stories they'd tell
With youthful eyes
He wondered how nice it would be to visit his plastic beach