Into the Creek

Photo by Ginger Noah Wareham, Beaufort South Carolina. Used with permission.

When the summer of my life has ended and the tide is going out,

I hope that what I’m asked to do

Is perch on a dock in that glorious golden moment,

Sunburnt and full of boiled shrimp caught earlier in our own net,

And, watched by a setting Lowcountry sun and maybe a heron or two,

With the smell of pluff mud and the sound of cicadas providing background for the count of 1…..2….3…..

Jump - carefree, hands up, into the creek

Where I will be joined by laughter, and friends, and memories, and salt water in my nose,

And the anticipation of forever days of swimming in the creek

While complaining that one of the boys tried to hold my hand as we jumped, but all the while secretly loving that he did.