The Dynamics Of Building – Observations In A Sand Box Poem by Stephanie Eve Kane Arado

You’re a blue-eyed girl in a rose pink bikini
In sand grinning at damp sludge
A golden haired boy who has covered his feet
Breaks free to cover yours
Packing the damp sludge all around your toes
Quietly you let him
Restrict your movement
Standing very still
You watch his hands
Working gently and carefully
You have never stood so quietly.
Allowing him to form a sculpture.

Suddenly, he is gone.
Where did he go and where are your toes?
He is building and shaping his road
You break free and follow him
Eagerly patting sand on his road
Helping him build, adding to his depth
Suddenly he notices and pushes your hands away
He doesn’t want your expertise
He doesn’t want you to add to his success
But you had let him bury your feet
Create a sculpture out of you.
You had let him interrupt your progress.