April 3rd, 2024

The morning moon
lit
the water from the window
as you learned what life was like to share the tub.
He wasn’t big enough to do anything and I played
made up ukulele songs
while you asked me if there was enough
soap on his head to rinse.
The music and the words became the sound of the surf
and your laughs the sand at our feet. Everything
for what could emerge,
just a December day at the beach.