Impulse to Shelter

Kids on the beach
propping up driftwood into teepees
Stuffing dried seaweed into the cracks
Fort!
Though the wind blows through
And will drive the seaweed away
Though the wood will collapse
There will be more kids here soon doing the same thing

And so we shelter
So we bottle up the wind
and cage our spirits
It is too raw, too hot, too beautiful otherwise