Sun Baking

My eyes open in a blinding squint. I must have dozed.
Above, a giant circle surrounds me. A pool of pure blue sky
and I just want to fall in, but I am stuck to the sandy roof.
I smell sunscreen, I feel naked. It's so hot.
My towel feels, crispy and salty. I need a swim.
The sand talks to spraying feet and I hear
the colourful voices. Out of the corner of my eye,
I see pure enjoyment radiating through the quiet
and content faces of all those sunbakers
of which, I suppose, I am one.