I'm sitting here
On the beach
Smiling
And laughing
Alone

I drove around
For quite some time
Before finding
A perfect space
Ten spaces from the boardwalk

Behind me
The country (and bluegrass) band
Is taking
A short break
Or so he said

After finding the perfect space
I walk to the hippie store
Smelled incense
Bought some

Then to the bookstore
To buy this journal
(I realized I had no notebooks in the car)
And a collection of poems
(The source of many of my giggles)
By Bukowski

Eight years sober today
I am truly beginning
To enjoy the simplicities
Of daily life
As I sit on the beach
And write
A few poems