Ocean Dance

I watched a group of twelve-year-olds digging in the sand No older though, for they squealed in laughter Heads thrown back in the wind Something in the sand and water excited them And I swear they did a circular dance around the liquid hole I drank in the freedom of those prepubescent boys So thrilled and free they were that day that I became invisible as I passed. I wondered to myself Had I ever laughed so fully in the whole of my existence? I hope to do so someday now that I see it can be done.