Dune Jumping
How we jumped, the two us, that year when Mom and Dad
And Marjie and we vacationed in South Carolina.
Perhaps that time, distilled better than it was, evokes sad
Pleasure for you as well. For me, I like to imagine how fine a
Youthful line we drew in the sand; separating our lives from
Boys like us from Dayton, Ohio at the century's turn.
In a similar way, our father bought us a flying toy. Some
Reasonable spark of how a kite can fuel what innovation burns:
The lift of wonder can lead us through boredom, so that gravity
Has no sway. Do you cherish, still, the weightlessness of leaving
Dunes and embracing wind outside of time
As I do, dear brother? Even a landing with sand in
Your mouth was worth the dream of flying at Myrtle Beach.
Earthbound eons are worth grasping for eternal brevity.
Realizations of a moment often end in sputtering levity.
Icier would be no wind and no toy of any kind.
