Not meant to be a Boast

I'm loose on the coastal range
sometimes just too far offshore
tossing in waves I didn't remember
swimming toward shores as if I don't care . . .
I remain aware of the moon and stars
and the loose moon kissing the stairs
and shout out to see Jupiter and Uranus
before Mercury brightens the skies
with questions of propriety
that who the hell can answer . . .
It is not just apparent older age
nor youthfulness out of a cage
it is damn well beyond cancer
and fellows worried about privacy,
it is just a swim on the Oregon coast.