Minimax

On a beach in Okinawa a super typhoon is coming.
I apply two layers of SPF 50 sport waterproof.
The coast is ours and the waves mischievous.
I feign little mind to the literal red flag
tattering above an empty life guard tower.
Fear of death is what reminds you, after all,
about living. My parents paced the decades
through rain with umbrellas over my brother and me.
Is there a difference between the things we live for
and the things we die for?

I watch my nephew build sandcastles
close ashore,