Summer Kids
Don’t bother washing your hands,
You’ll want to run your palms again through the sand,
picking up a fistful and slowly letting it go.
Your own hourglass.
Dig even deeper until the ground gives you pool after pool.
Again and again and again.
Maybe hold that water as long as you can,
Embrace the coolness instead of shuddering.
The dilemma starts when the water warms in your palms.
It took your name and heat.
But keep holding it, summer kids,
And curse yourself the day you stop digging.
