lost in a sandbox in cerritos

immense blue ocean
playing with sand on the shore
powerful waves unrelenting
blowing shimmering globes with every crest
crashing in a thunderous roar
pelicans fishing in its wake
water clear, cold
surf lasting a few seconds, then gone
sea gulls pander for a morsel
squirrels scamper in and out
holes dug deep into the hillside
little black and brown pebbles
lay on top the soft sand
gems waiting to be discovered

chasing the waves
we run back and forth
hand in hand
across the universe
lost in rapture

plumerias are in bloom
yellow, white and red
all fragrant

pomegranates are ready
fresh from the side yard
addictive and our lord loves them

a mango, full and ripe
fell to the ground
perfect in every way
for the young master

a couple of lemons on the tree
a few tomatoes left
two bunches of plantains growing
one from a stem barely four feet tall!
lots of sugarcane still

spiders, spiders, spiders
black widows
brown ones
daddy long legs
small ones
mother will protect her favorite child
from her other children

how does one describe
beauty
nature
a child
change?

a year and seven months old
old in every sense of the word

aware of emotions and relationships
between myself and others
and scolds me as a result for
the least infraction
pouting at grandma
arguing with mom
slightly changing my tone
frowning at the tv

aware of the impact of words
says shit all the time
hears it from dad and grandpa
the two men in the young master’s life
the centers of power
revolving around our lord

i brought some small cars
buddha is now car crazy
spends more time playing by himself
pushing the holy cars on any available surface
making motor noises
just like daddy teaches
wants me to pick the sacred body up all to time though
so light
says dada and mo a lot

also helicopter, bye-bye, hello, no, grandma, grandpa, aunty
happy, happy, happy
more, cars, dog, cat,
oh wow,

fearful of spiders
friendly with cats and dogs
not friendly with people
more so with kids
stares a others a lot

finally got his first haircut

been busy working on a book about prejudice
hate it some days, others not
its mostly complete
need to keep working on it
need to get it out there

thought has been a less demanding of late
anger and frustration subsiding
life cooperating towards a momentary
ending of thought