Shoes placed gently along the bank, nearly forgotten,
a boy finds his place in a middle of the river.
In a boy’s hand is a small plastic bottle,
he fills it up with water and sand.
Girl splashes in and joins the boy,
and the water swirls around the two.
Small, but they have become the center of their universe.
Savoring the tasty summer sun beam,
wallowing in the pellucid water,
caressing the sand underwater with their toes,
the two indulge in their play.
The play they do not fathom will soon become a memory.
Never to be forgotten or re-experienced,