My doting mother calls to me from our beach blanket,

“Time to go, make sure and rinse your feet!”

 

I run down to the waterline after a day of splashing,

wriggle my feet, jiggle my toes – I’m good to go.

 

But wait….halfway back up the beach…

Impossible is defined.

 

I then realize there are much easier requests

coming from much saner and more colorful beach umbrellas –

our family vexation.

 

Carol Clark

April 3, 2020