After furtive glances for those
Who might judge a teenager making castles
I join my siblings in the sand
We dig a moat that feeds off the ocean
Place hermit crabs to act as crocodiles
They dawdle in the murky water
So beautifully, they dawdle, scuttling
As if they have some place to go
That I feel satisfied in our accomplishment
Even if it only serves as an inconvenience
But soon the tide begins to eat away at our creation
I watch as the land flattens,
and the crabs blithely get engulfed into a world we do not know
Until my siblings call for my aid
They are digging a river now, not that the ocean needs it
But the sand and salt is stinging at my legs
And I know I can not build just to build anymore