Upon open window’s sill reflect out wonderings regarding both worry and will.
Wind carries away mental woes quicker than a fastballer’s throws.
Curiosities, like cockades above brims, stick to the mind, covering dims.
Pane as fomite shall not merit press of cheek, but sea-spray saline-sanitised may elicit viewer’s to-self speak.
Squantum awaits at beach across the dock, but happy still breezes during journey’s tick and tock. ; )