The sand feels cold under the surface
It's nice relief from the sun
It's not uncomfortable
but enough to make your skin feel sticky
And as you sit, arm against arm,
Kids squeal and run to the water
bare bummed and happy
only to change their minds at its iciness and run away again
And you're there with him
It feels like a dream, his palm against your palm
sticky with sweat and closeness but you don't mind
Everything else is moving but you're still
You're stuck in your world
and they are all just as stuck in theirs.
The ocean is calm and the breeze is thick
and you could stay there forever
until the kids breath heavy and the tide is high
And let the world move on without you