Thursday, July 11, 2024

1158. With Kit, Age 7, At The Beach - William Stafford


We would climb the highest dune,

from there to gaze and come down:

the ocean was performing;

we contributed our climb.


Waves leapfrogged and came

straight out of the storm.

What should our gaze mean?

Kit waited for me to decide.


Standing on such a hill,

what would you tell your child?

That was an absolute vista.

Those waves raced far, and cold.


“How far could you swim Daddy

in such a storm?”

“As far as was needed,” I said,

and as I talked I swam. 

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