How I envision weekends
Never go as planned
I wish to lay beside you
Rolling in the sand

You wade into the water
While I watch from the marsh
Diving down with your basket
I hold my breath with yours

You're waist high in the water
I'm smiling from land
The current breaks around you
There you are, my merman

When you've collected 20 quahogs
We head down the street
You feed your family
I feel complete