END OF SUMMER

  

Giggles of delight:

Two babies squeal

and splash at the beach,

while Mama and Aunt

hold them under the armpits;

waves coming up from behind,

soaking the ladies’ rear ends.

Look at those diapers

bloated with brine!

 

Four little hands

pat down the meek waves

that vanish at four naked feet.

Two smiles without teeth

flash instamatically

with the camera’s wink.

 

“Did you ever,” I asked

the Old Man of The Sea,

as he leaned on his trident

and stared at the waves,

“have so much fun playing

out there in the water,

you forgot who you were--

and became Everything?”