knee deep and donning
a pink life-saver around her waist
she squints in the sun
at her brother engaged in crocodile fights
and other imaginary feats.
she calls out to him
wants him to bring his crocodile
wants him to help her build something---
a new world in her knee-deep lakewater.
but he doesn't hear her; he is lost
in his own world, elaborately crafted.
a world he is becoming better and better
at creating all by himself.
I love this! I think I saw this moment, or at the very least one just like it. :)
ReplyDelete(ps I have a blog too, but its annonymous because I don't want the world to see/know the girls, so if you go to it, don't blow my cover. My writing certainly isn't good but I started it as kind of a diary. But now I actually have a few readers whose blogs I read too and its turned into a bit of a mommyblog.)