Sand Art

Remember your old bucket and spade, memories fade,
flags on the top, shells from where we used to wade,
not a care in the world, only the photographed grin,
from those moments on, we shall now begin.

I buried my dad until only his head was showing,
we threatened to leave him because we were going,
carrying chairs, polystyrene coolers and sun hats,
an umbrella, wind-break, sun lotion and raffia mats.

Later in life, I was at Clifton beach in Cape Town,
my girlfriend wore a swimsuit which showed off her brown,
it had a picture of the sun which went up and down,
orange and yellow clouds paused and made sunset frown.

Our lives fill up into those old holes we used to make,
overflows, until the tide gives us everything we can take.