916 TIMOTHY-BY-THE-SEA or why we do what we do 06-28-2020

Not shy.
A bold approach on the waters edge.
He smiles up at me.
Why not?
I seem like a nice guy.

He says,
“Hi!
I’m Timothy.
I’m five.
My mommy’s up there on the beach
under that rainbow-ka-banana-sun-block-thing.
But it’s ok.
She lets me play
on the wet sand
when the tide’s out
but I can’t go into the waves unless
she’s near.
I don’t like that
’cause I love the waves,
the way they
push me up onto the sand!
But I have to wait here,
for Mommy’s hand
cause I can’t swim so good yet
or for
my-sister-Brenda-she’s-older
but her boyfriend is here, now, today,
but all they do is fool around….
you know…
so they won’t come down here
and Daddy’s gone…
so I gotta just….

Look!
Seagulls!
Come-on!
Let’s chase ’em!”

“Why?”
I call after him,
“Why?”

“Because you can, Mister!
They’re small!
It’s so easy even I can!
Charge!!!”

And he was gone.

I stood in the wet sand
watching Timothy’s will be done.
Finally, something.
Seagulls,
panicked flight,
screaming under the hot summer sun.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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