Was it 9 and 2?

When I was seven

(or was it 2 and 7?)

I had my usual day at the shore

Drew some stick pictures

On that gray sandy floor

I tried

Sunsets, corals

Blue whales, and castles

But they never came close

Because they were stick figures

Then I heard a splash

And a laugh by the water

The mimic of a tweet

Calling sea gulls, larks

From the skyline, their high street

He was a boy of 5

(or was it 2 and 5?)

He looked the sand and the figures

He made out the blue whales, the sunsets

The corals and the castles

He built a castle in 3D

He made whale sounds like that in Dolby

He drew fishes around my corals

We played until the sun set

And night blanketed us

Then the moon came out

Painting the sea silver

We held out breaths together

Held hands

Our eyes were on her

Then we remembered

Dinner

We exhaled our drunkenness from the moon

Fled to opposite directions

Left the blue whales, the corals

And the water-torn

Sand castle

We disappeared into the night

I heard him shout

“Tomorrow again, at 2!!”

(or was it 92?)