Beach Life
I tried to write
a poem on the beach.
I started near the water.
It felt good
and the words were clear.
Before I could finish
the surf dissolved
my lines.
I walked to higher ground
but the hot sand burned my feet
and there I couldn't read
what I wrote.
I went back to the water's edge
and quickly scribed,
"This poem is life"
and smiled as it washed away.
Childish
like a four year old I want to
laugh and sing
play in the dirt,
eat worms
not vegetables,
cry for just a bit if it hurts
then forget.
I want to
draw and paint
not remember yesterday
or care about tomorrow
I want to
make funny noises
fear only the dark,
jump into a pool
and not have to back float.
I want to
not try anything
but just live everything.
Beach Life
I tried to write
a poem on the beach.
I started near the water.
It felt good
and the words were clear.
Before I could finish
the surf dissolved
my lines.
I walked to higher ground
but the hot sand burned my feet
and there I couldn't read
what I wrote.
I went back to the water's edge
and quickly scribed,
"This poem is life"
and smiled as it washed away.
Childish
like a four year old I want to
laugh and sing
play in the dirt,
eat worms
not vegetables,
cry for just a bit if it hurts
then forget.
I want to
draw and paint
not remember yesterday
or care about tomorrow
I want to
make funny noises
fear only the dark,
jump into a pool
and not have to back float.
I want to
not try anything
but just live everything.
