Somewhere

I am far away 
sitting somewhere maybe a
bench on a beach 
and my thoughts play
about me like children 
on their own sometimes 
sometimes running to me 
showing me new treasures 
or seashells or glass 
and maybe one or 
two of the older 
ones rest a bit 
next to me quietly 
sighing deeply breathing in 
salty air sometimes sad
sometimes happy sometimes just 
there me and my 
thoughts just sitting there 
on a bench on 
a beach somewhere there