Sydney

14

The Summer People

i glance around the crowd of bodies. they are
the Summer People who i should be, but
the People i’m not.
the People who bask in the bright sunshine,
the People who crave other beating hearts near theirs.
the People who smile
and laugh
and chat
and flirt
and gossip.

the People who sprawl on the warm sand
and let the sunny rays soak through to their bones
warming their souls.
the People who never spend more than a moment in
the same place,
the people who skip along crowded boardwalks
ice cream in hand.

the People who refuse to stay indoors,
the People who are never lonely for longer than a breath.
the People whose tears are only tears of laughter,
the People who think the world is their oyster.
the People who are whole,
the People who i can never be.