When I first got to this State
I promptly got depressed.
The worst of it was,
an endless procession of sunny days
would not let me stay there.
The more I tried to burrow in
the stronger the oppressive sun shone
the deeper blue the too-big sky
There was no place to hide in my beach bungalow
with its whitewashed walls and picture windows,
in earshot of boardwalk screams and crashing waves,
All designed to quash my brown study and wash it in light.
So I gave in
and got joy.