Mostly sent down to the waves.
Seemed to stay there longer each day,
covered in sand, buried in play.
Seaweed for hair
if we wanted that.
A fine mesh of hand-crafted water channels we built, avoiding the fray,
shells over ears,
eyes pointed away.
A fine game of jumping just when it was about to break,
of plunging underneath for as long as we could take,
of seeing what we could dredge from the bottom only to shake in each others' faces.
And in a way, we were quite happy playing like that,
as if it were only us and the sea.
