Emerald waters call to me,
beckoning “Come hither. Come.”
Their rhythmic chant echoes through my thoughts
as I gaze out this second story window
mesmerized by the landlocked landscape below.
Three weeks, five days, four hours—
the time flows past at a lazy pace,
teasing my imagination,
taunting my patience,
and tormenting the small child within
who yearns to feel the sand between her toes
and the sting of sun on the tip of her nose.