BEACH BAG BLOCK

Prose poetry, written in the summer of 2010, at Winnipeg Beach, Manitoba, Canada.

Let this be the last vision I see

boardwalk     sand      lake

bathing suits too tight

too droopy.

 

Stillness of sand, though at places

bumpy;  the search for the right

spot.  Blankets, chairs tucked

under bags of food and languages

foreign;  they all say:  the sand is hot,

the water is cold;  I'll take this, you

take that.

 

Sunscreen and sunhat

no wonder I can't sleep

I get so anxious

to get right back

here to

this

spot.

 

God made beaches so he can reach us.

If you don't see God's work here,

you'll need more than suntan lotion

for protection from this projection

of

perfection.