Time Journals: 1 Poem by elysabeth faslund

Cold little driplets...
Minnows darting, finning
Quick, turn, quick-
Tickle, hop, shallow-
Stomp squishy sand
Between toes.

Tip-top waves breaking on
Knees, shoving back
To when Daddy hooked
His finger into your
Waistband and said,
'Whoa, little minnow.
Too deep, little girl.
Wait a few years.'

Then he'd dive out of
Sight...a hand shoving,
Throwing you high out
The water.

Giggling, squealing, splash!
And Daddy made sure
You always floated...to see
The sky.