Which Is Of Course The Miracle
there you are
(west) walking
across your
manicured lawn your bare
feet cool in the dew
here I am
(east) wiggling
my toes in
rubber boots puddle-jumping
across faded concrete
which of course
is the miracle
two coasts
two conjectures
one inclination
if I stand still
you are dancing
if you sit down
I am on the move
there you are
(west) smiling
through your
homesickness
here I am
(east) standing
on guard listening
for your laughter on the wind
which of course
is the miracle
of our bloodline
**
If someone were to accuse me of extreme sentimentality
right now, they’d be one hundred and fifty percent right. Father’s Day really
put a knot in my belly, and, after writing TJ’s birthday poems, I can’t seem to
stop writing odes to people I love: first for my Mama, now for my darling niece
Chelsey. She recently gave birth to her first child, my little lightning bolt
Ayla Grace, and got to spend a little bit of time here at home, on loan from
her new post in Sylvan Lake with her love. She is the little sister I always
wanted and feel so blessed she was put in my life's path. I value her friendship
and admire her resilience and strength even thought she’d be the first to deny
owing either of those attributes. This wee poem is a small celebration of our
bond, hanging off of the same branch of the family tree. I miss her a great
deal now that she’s stationed back in Alberta so this is just a little something,
capable of reaching across the miles and the interwebs to express my deep
affection and gratitude for her.
Tell your people you love them. Better yet, show them.
Today.
In propinquity,
Nic
