We Dug Sand Fleas All Day          

(for two grandkids: Bowie and Van)

 

It all boils down to just you and me.

Once you came like a mountain,

I hurried up and ran,

you revealed the crest and horizon,

I numbered the days left.

And when the winds started to screech,

I burrowed deep in my beach.

 

Now you come like the ocean,

I know,

it is too late to build the ark.

When waves howl and roar,

my days of riding high

will soon be in the hole.

And when they all landed, discarded,

like all other sand fleas,

I dug my way back to the sea.