Wildwood Dreams Poem by Tommy Johnson

In our bright winter’s morning, I drive up the road
Wipers brushing off the leftover flakes
The heat melting the snowy excess
In a flashback I remember the warm sand between my toes
And the ocean’s fist making contact with mine
The waves cracking from the force of our blows
I smile but I am sulking on the inside
Yet hopefulness grips my train of thought
Two more seasons and I’ll be back just like that
I’ll be back on the beach, happy
And hopefully
She’ll be there too