Poetic Bloomings Life's a Beach Sandcastles

Sandy Solidarity

Pile sand, wet sand

Pat, pat, pat
One piles and pats.
One runs to water’s edge
back and forth with pail.
Pile, pile, pile
Pat, pat, pat
Toothpick-pierced paper scrap
will serve well as flag.
Time to tunnel.
We dig.
One on one side
One on the other
We scoop with spoons or small shovels.
Carefully we keep it from crumbling.
We dig, pat, smooth over cracks.
Then at last,
 we grab each other’s gritty hand.
We succeed.
We smash. We laugh.
We do it all again.
I wish we’d work together
on all our castles in the sand.