I bless the days we did not play
did not chase each other into the sea
inviting me into your arms, your strength,
my womb full of child and my arms full of joyful
child. You played and raced with other family members,
had to be coaxed two: "Walk with me." And walk we would, silent
while crab-scudding our flashlights into other active worlds nighttime,
clams digging away from the light, squeals from others, and "What's that?"
We go there and watch, see what others leaping into and around and
uncovering surf's grand oddities. We look at the moon and walk
more, looking back, see how far away our home and
family, turn around, following the sea surf's
lapping to the left or right of
our walking.