Island Time

A Mirror Acrostic with a rhyme twist written for Week 1, Poetic Explorations.

In my mind's eye, I seek an alibi,
Some excuse to get away, perhaps to Hatteras or Calais.
Languishing spirits squeal; they pitch, they toss, they even reel.
Abhor the work-grind formula, and leave behind insomnia.
Needless to say I head out and then, begin an island regimen.
Down at the glistening water's edge, tranquility waits, now coveted.

Time's my master, that's a fact, but leisure's a purchase I must transact.
Ignoring my need to simplify leaves a bitter taste, like alkali.
Meander down the beach and daydream, restore my abused self-esteem.
Even through the day's worst grime, I'll always remember Island Time.