Poem: Fall In The Sea/Eventually

I make sandcastles still, even now. The tide takes them out, straight away. I can see it coming as I’m building.

I tell my son not to rush when he tells me he wants to be older; he should build a sandcastle. He should take a stick

and draw a long driveway, he should search for only the prettiest shells to hang on the walls, drape seaweed

across these grit-…