And now, fleetingly, we enjoy your squeaks and your squeals as we clean your bottom.
Your friends, ducky and hexa' all come for the fun.
To see the 'diddle boy and go for a float.
Some places are temporary and we know it.
You'll grow quickly, and so will we.
And so we turn to the days. These days.
To be here, in these days, and to be moved and yearn to be never moving.
To stay on Bernie Beach and to let the waves crash to the shore.
But yet to laugh at them and their wasted effort.
To dance at the edge of the land.
Where waves turn all to sand, and people come to watch it go by.
The waters are fleeting, and make fleeting as much as they make fleets.
We sit in the empty tub. Put in the plug and watch if fill.
Splashing and carrying on, our friends come to play.
And then! The plug is out! The waters run away as quickly as they came.
We're cleansed, and renewed and ready for the next pages of a life.
- George Dyke
