She must be five, her uncovered body tan, sinewy, a pail and shovel in the right hand, white sunhat. If you squint, you can make out a mischievous smile. Next shot — she is a pre-adolescent, travel clothes, a rucksack. A straight-edge shadow of something large (a ship?) covering her serious face partially. She waits.
Time and waves gang up
To chase away her childhood
With ruthless precision
I wrote this haibun for Carpe Diem’s Kamishibai challenge