Family Quirks

What do I recall of my grandparent’s home?

The combined smell of them and their living
There. I was keenly aware of strong coffee aromas,
Tasty baked goods too, and how well we seemed to all gel.

What could be heard there?

Shuffling of cards, two decks mostly,
Ghostly tv screen static as they fell asleep
Again to the late night news, reclined softly.

What else did I see?

Golly gee, what didn’t I see in the garden we planted outside
Taken inside to cook after me poking deep in soil, where
Fat worms roamed and ants tried making their home?

How about fresh mint mixed with sugar, water, and tea bags,
Drags of ash growing longer, closer to their cigarette butts,
Plus a sizzling pan of fried eggplant bubbling in the oil?

Yes, I was quite spoiled too when we left all that.
Pawpaw’s hat? Check. Cane polls, bait, a light snack
In the backseat next to me in the old Chrysler Plymouth.

Perch with cut off heads, scaled, and back into the frying pan
Our hands were always full of life, liberty, and our mouths
Were quite proud of our hard work and family quirks.


When light suddenly dissipates
And darkness overshadows you
What is that sense you get within?

That powerful feeling called dread

Status update: a cloud overhead
Then you relax as your keen senses
Diligently continue their important work

Driving my kids to school one morning
I discovered animals, different sorts even
Have theses senses too, although maybe less

Exhibit A: a young squirrel running forward
Instead of, like most its kind, darting to the side
Passing dead momma or papa, finally it runs up a tree

Or take the oversized puppy, oddly seen after
Plodding along like an idiot in the street, literally
Excited to please, presenting himself in front of cars

Alas, on par, is a mourning dove, seen last
Passing from side street into my street slowly
Noticing near death, it backs up looking quite lowly

Wake Up Calls

If I had to be woken up early
I guess I’d rather it be by owls
Their long Os are soothing to me

This really happened one day
Once when my wife woke at 3 am
In order to teach her online class, yay

The second sound was jarring, ah
My wife’s alarm sound is of an old
Time-y car horn: Ah-woooooo-gah

Again, I prefer the initial Os
Of one owl talking to another
Peacefully: Who-ooo-oo-oo-oo

I wonder if they were settling in for the night
From doggedly hunting their prey down all day

Revenant Moon

1       Lie down we now, fast awake

	 Wondering what we want to do

	 Considering all we have at stake

	 Sleep deep soon as restless fools

2       Snuggle her fast, tight enough

	 She feels mostly contentment

	 Eyelids shifting, now abrupt

	 Sun down, moon revenant

3       Brain cells fire, then reload

	 Slow and cease taking in

	 Cycle a different mode

	 Living essence within


Sitting in a humid May

The day is nearly halfway

Through girl giggles as they

Leap through water sprinkles

I ponder the skies turning darker

Alerted to noises of chicken wander

Many dig, dig and chatter away as the

Cool breeze rustles leaves inches above

Their heads bobbing around, up and down

Suddenly our dog’s bark elicits cluck, clucks