Finding things

What do you do?

When you go to the beach

And you don’t have a book

Or a bursting

bag of toys

Or a bag

Bursting with snacks

Or a bowl full of mush

Or a quiet old lady whispering hush

(reading a lot of children’s books lately)

And forgotten the chub rub

Between the thighs

So a long walk on the beach

Is out

On a hot day

with my daughter

Okay

we brought two toys

And a small towel

Matt always reminds me

Less is more, honey

Less is more

And even though

I always retort

You know

I was just thinking

More is more !

I do wonder

(Don’t ever tell him!!!)

How much we really need

And how much

Nature really provides

Just when you think

you have nothing!

Or you’ve gone to the beach

with a tiny polar bear

And a small dump truck

And that’s all!

And wonder

(Oh this is the good part

I love not knowing!!)

How the morning’s gonna go

when we have so little with us

But then you look around

And you find things

Things that God

Left for you

Like breadcrumbs

(Oh goodie!!!)

I sing

Dragon tales and the water is wide

As many different ways as possible

Thinking

The water really is wide

Here

Reeds become drumsticks

Seashells taste salty

And sandy

Too much sun

On her left arm

I block her

From getting more

A seashell

Caught twice

Between the same toes

Underwater

I wiggle them out

As the waves

Fall into us

I dip our bottoms

Into the ocean

Shake the sand out

I’ve got you

In my arms

We never needed a toy

Or a truck

Or a bowl full of mush

Just us

And a quiet old lady

Whispering hush