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Connections: March 10.17

The pursuit of excellence

is always laudatory

until we tumble over

 in wilted perspiratory.

It would be my undoing

but is nothing for him

he’ll eat a rhinoceros

and dash off with new vim.

Thanks to photographer Kelley Wilson Mesterharm.

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Connections: January 24.17

SANYO DIGITAL CAMERAMy grandson, conspicuous by absence,

eventually made me curious

I’d seen him depart to the basement

where he couldn’t hear or see us.

Neither angry nor antisocial

he just wanted, I think, some space

and this is what I found

with contentment on his face.

A guy can love his family

and their hypertonicity

but also love a bit

of peace and simplicity.

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Vagaries in Gestation: December 6.16

SANYO DIGITAL CAMERAThus does the middle-aged dad (aka, my firstborn) demonstrate to his eleven-year-old apprentice (who is not easily impressed) how the core of the fake Christmas tree can be fake-played as a guitar.

Christmas is obviously underway. This tree was bought by my parents long ago and has seen over thirty Christmases. It always leans, but it wears its generations of ornaments proudly.

Amid a torrent of abusively dumb eleven-year-old-boy jokes, the tree went up, twisted limb by twisted limb. My grandson sipped apple cider from a plastic Christmas cup dating to his dad’s boyhood. Grit from the garage made its annual path through the kitchen. Tradition reigned.

Then came the phone call. My daughter-in-law and granddaughter had been in an accident. Everyone reading this blog knows that life can change in a blink, so I’m not here to tell you what you already know. My daughter-in-law and granddaughter are shaken but all right, and that is what matters.

But so suddenly did family goofiness change to intense family anxiety that the suddenness got to me. It was whiplash of a sort. There are certainly times in life when we feel as though we are on the end of the crack-the-whip line, and right now I’m that kid that goes caroming off in zig-zag trajectory, trying not to end up flattened on the blacktop. I think it was easier back when the Christmas tree was new.

 

 

 

Vagaries in Gestation