He tried to construct a moat <br />when he was five, <br />and a single dam built between <br />his excavated <br />horseshoe of lifted sand. <br />And he’s so careful <br />picking out unwanted stones, <br />before impatience assaults <br />the dam at the tower’s side, <br />a castle crowned in sun and beach, <br />and the avalanche <br />that makes him dig again. <br />And for five he’s so meticulous, <br />excavating his moat <br />from sheer collapse. <br />A considerate architect, <br />the faithful believer <br />in the floor of blue stones, <br />lined like a nave for <br />the awkward waters, <br />the running spill from the sea.<br /><br />Stug Jordan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dam/
