We’ve had very few sunny days this year, and fewer still that have been warm. So when the temperature crested sixty-three degrees today, it seemed a time for celebration. I biked to Matthew’s Beach and sat in the life guard’s seat, observing.
At the lake
Children’s voices ring out like
the dance of waves
which skitter down the beach
like children leaping
plastic pails in hand
skipping back and forth
like waves
to meet the shore
(sun-catching hair flips like flags)
deep in the abandon
of sand-encrusted hands
and startling splashes.
Parents tend them
hold them in the C of their attention
Half-circled arms
in gesture of protection
as momentary sun
kisses us all.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 14, 2011