Most of the livelong days 
Test themselves in the sea 
Tossed about by the waves
Inelegantly body surfing
Sand-scraped knees

The hapless weekends 
Make disoriented attempts
To arise from the surf
Find a foothold in seashells
Avoid the jelly sting

Each Sunday turns
to face Monday
Gasping for breath
Slapped in the face
By an oncoming wave

But once in a while…

The days unwind themselves 
Like a sunbather
Dripping onto a beach towel
Unhurried, relaxed, content
To be made toast