I am Almost Two

and we have been walking along the beach
you say to me, "you are cold and tired
let me wrap you in this blanket and carry you back to the car."
and I say, ok,
but as soon as I start to get warm,
I wiggle and want to run,
so you put me down again.
I hear you behind me calling,
"don't go too far
don't go near that dead seagull
watch out for the tar
don't get wet now
come back!"
but I run without looking,
and get tar on my feet,
and kick the dead seagull,
and get soaked by the wave I didn't look for,
and I have run so far
that I can't hear your voice any more.
I am standing here crying,
wanting you, and wanting to be carried
and warm again;
wanting to just go home,
but knowing I am too wet, and dirty, and far away.
I know you are still calling me,
I could hear it faintly,
if I could just stop crying;
"run back, just run back!"