Why Does The Moon Hide? Poem by Alistair Plint

Kayla
stands at my side

We stare out there
we revel in the feel
of softly sprayed
salty-humid-mist
on our faces

Tortuous-thunderous-waves
break in our ears
The warm foot wash
beneath our beached
toes cleanses gently
and she smiles

Her hand drifts upwards
rests comfortably in my palm
no words are spoken
no voice is heard or raised

We communicate

I learn
I hear
See all three years
of my daughter's life
revealed

She changes the topic

'big moon dad'
her innocent voice exclaims

Before, she lays it on me

'why does it hide
behind the clouds?
Is it also
scared
of the
sharks

dad'?