it’s been hot. hoses on. sinks running.
babies in bathing suits kinda hot.
they dive in. face first,
stuffing fists full of sand into their mouths,
belly flopping into puddles.
it’s all out summertime if you are one.
you don’t really care if you have sand in your undies
when you can sleep it off during nap time.
soaked and itchy, the girls and the boys approach,
all lifting their arms,
whining to have their wet shirts off.
soon we have a tribe of half naked babies,
warm and happy. full on being themselves.
it’s a good reminder. belly flop it out.
the sand rash will wear off, just dive in.
it’s worth it.