It’s the middle of the exam season,
I’m walking home from college,
The same way I’ve always gone,
Going over a few more notes on my phone.
On my way, I pass a playground.
Right in the middle, I see a sandpit
With a red plastic rim, scratched with age
Children playing with the damp sand.
A faint smile invades my lips.
And on impulse, I walk through the gate
Towards the child-filled pit,
Their laughter and voices filling my ears.
I see one boy having some trouble.
His sandcastles keep crumbling.
My smile now becomes confident.
Once upon a time, I knew this well.
Putting on my kind face, I show the boy the ropes.
The bare essentials of sandcastle architecture.
Tightly packed sand and quick reflexes.
To make the perfect beach fortress.
The kids seem to like me. I help them for a while,
But for me, it’s long past home-time.
So I say goodbye and walk away fom the sandpit,
Remembering the pile of homework waiting at home.