Whatever You Imagine

Kicking up a little foam
In the waves hissing on sand,
That’s all a poet’s doing

In most instances. No worse
Than any dog play-biting
And fiercely growling at them.

Can’t harm the waves and won’t change
The way the water and shore
Keep changing. There are scourges

And threats all along the beach,
Threats leaching into the deep,
Threats with further threats to them.

The dog’s just ridiculous,
Running along the margins,
So long as it’s not barking

At the kid also kicking
Up the foam, imagining
Whatever kids imagine.