Sometimes
moments are
good enough
for keeping,
like this one
as we ready
to build this year’s
first sandcastle
with a cracked
leaky bucket.
we shed shoes,
peel off socks, roll
our pants to our knees,
we forget fears
pretending our lives
are normal doing
this normal thing.
I sit shoveling
sand, but always
I watch you
holding the pail
gently on its side
trying to catch
the elusive water,
then rising waves
deliver you back
and
laughter
spills
between
us.
