POSTSCRIPTS

Up at five,

Barely alive,

Dangerous drive,

If I can park I'll survive

Another day,

Striving for pay.

My skin cancer scars

Often help my mind 

Remember sequences of events -

Like ancient texts

Curated by the blind,

Penned on parchment,

Once pristine,

In past tense.

I am sick of paddling in the shorebreak.

If only I was swimming way out there -

Beyond burbling white crests of wild waves' sets,

Where sea and sky blush in the sunset's glare.