We balanced the rims, before we hit the center
The land of sand, made of grains and tan colors
We teased the lines of the rim, like our curfew
Us attempting to balance the two worlds of childish playgrounds and big kid parks

We are becoming scattered in the wind
Becoming parts of the land of sands, parts of the grains and tan
Unable to arrive at the brink of adulthood
Unable to touch the sand within the rims
Hardly able to even put our feet inside

We were young, we were childish
Carving peepholes in the sand
Crooked and broken circles to view the world around us
Wishing to restore our innocence, shield ourselves and close our peepholes

We jumped in together
Tangled in limbs, scraggly and long
Hair falling around my eyes, your eyes shining through in triumph


And so you tasted my skin in sandboxes
The skin that starkly contrasted with the tan, even sand
And so you seemed spread you flat on the ground
Like a blanket

Breaking out,
Growing up,
Aging in the sun, moving in the seasons like the sandbox
Becoming wet, cold, and way too hot