I sit here, behind the wheel
waiting
The kids are buckled in
anticipating the sea breeze
and a bit of sunburn
despite the SPF 50
Hayley trying to find
South Carolina in the atlas
Catfish playing air guitar
mumbling “I Saw Her Standing There”
That child was born 40 years too late
It’s almost 11
and we planned to leave at 8
but that’s us,
it’s what we do
every time.
The south breeze picks up, gently,
bringing a false summer here
but it doesn’t matter to us
the sea breeze will,
for a time,
blow away
our selves,
leaving just the tides,
some shells,
and maybe a ghost crab
climbing out of its burrows at midnight.
Radical Totality 
Hi there – lovely capture and poem of this. – Modpo participant.
Thank you! I wrote that three summers ago, long before ModPo. I hate being late. I write that sitting in the car waiting to leave, telling myself to just be patient and chill out.
Hasn’t it been a great course? I registered on impulse and am SO glad I did.