Waiting For The Wind To Pick Up

A pair of shoes, a shirt,a known article of clothingand a memory that serves you wellin your future life. I watched something pure happen.I saw a father and his son at the beachyesterday.They were looking through the shallowscollecting shellsand digging for sand crabs. I saw them and felt the stingof missed opportunities.I saw why youth is wasted on the youngand how this as a recollectionand an understandingthat of coursethere is no such thing as the futureto a kid . . . There is nothing more than the momentand the endless possibilities that come with the confidence and the plethora of tomorrows I watched them as father and sonI saw their mutual curiosities absorb the purity of the moment. I watched the waves roll in to drench their swim trunks and of courseI know the waves came in to cool their skin from the beating sun.I watched them take in the smaller waves that reached the shore and thought to myself, “please Dear God, let this be one of their great memories with more to come.” I…