A low metronomic plash
waves flat-lining on the shore
someone talking loudly
about the cost of child care,
two blankets down.
It’s Father’s day
and all the dads and kids are out
throwing ball, kicking ball
building elaborate castles in the sand
and they are not alone,
the ghosts of fathers passed are here too,
including my own;
pale-bodied, they roam the beach
wearing old-fashioned swim trunks,
at the continuum
of dads, kids, sun, sand and sea.
Taking part in Open Link Night over at dverse.
Also taking part in Open Link weekend over at earthweal.