Talking Little Child

She's walking down, 'me, I'm walking up walking down to waters edge and looking up it seemed she looks to me up past the clouds out past the sea behind my head the sun is hot the wind is still, 'she stops, to ask me why, Mister, mister between each small breath when caught, so far and out it is you swim, Beyond each buoy here again then back out you start again so far out I can not tell and just because is all so tell me why? Little, small and looking down I squat and drip to wet to dry, looking at her clear blue eyes looking knew and each new day Because it's hard is all I say, because it is hard.