Look Poem by Zyw Zywa

On the beach, I change
clothes in a big towel
like mum does

With the shovel, I push
my sailboat to sea
looking around I pee

underwater, not yet an ice-cream cart
in sight, well, then I'll measure
whether the tide is rising

Dad goes with mum
where it is deep
they tread without fingers

I also would like to
make her laugh like that
but I do not dare to dive

not yet, it is difficult
to follow dad's example
if you can't see what he's doing