she stood in the sun and felt it
caressing her face War Spill the Wine
thats what worked its way
through his mind as he watched his daughter in her backyard she had kicked off her shoes and was standing
barefooted on the dirt between patches of grass and weeds and rounded pebbles
the dog had scattered from out under a decorative hedge that grew before the
swimming pool
What are you doing
Dad. Dadu – her latest pronouncement of him
– I’m grounding myself.
Whats grounding
she looked at him as if he was an
idiot
I can do that
he kicked off his shoes pulled
off his socks and walked into the yard and stood beside her
No rules against holding your
hand is there
she smiled at himwinked
That’s not breaking any rules.
he took her hand
he liked that no matter where
they were she would let him take her hand or she would take his despite her being a young attractive woman who had
two daughters of her own
he didnt flinch from following
her lead
he always would have a lot to
learn
she stood with him and languished
she closed her eyes
her breathing changed
his didnt
he watched her intently
he didnt think she was
daydreaming
as he tended to do
she was probably meditating
hed ask when she opened her eyes
again
he closed his eyes brieflynot
wanting to miss watching her tilted
his head back his vision filled with the
red colouring of the sun pouring through his eyelids
he liked doing that since he was a kid
he brought his head forward and opened
his eyes again
she hadnt budged
she was definitely seeing
something other
or maybe wasnt seeing nothing at all
meditating
he wasnt into meditation
he liked that she did
it suited her
the person she was
he liked to think she was
immersing
he liked immersion
rather than
meditation
he could probably get behind
immersing if his brain wasnt always spinning a thousand miles an hour
she gave him a blue lace agate
Whats this for
To calm you.
You think I need calming
she didnt say
she had a spiritual depth that he
did not
it seeped between her molecules
like sirup
not syrup
sirup
years prior he had written sirup
in a letter to her describing her
cautiously she mentioned he
misspelled syrupthey hated misspelling words
he replied he hadnt
Look it up
of course she did
Oh my, you were right.
I have my occasions love
that made her laugh
he almost had to take the telephone
away from his ear she laughed so loudly
when she finished laughing she
said You make me laugh.
he didnt have to agree
her spiritual depth
like sirup between her molecules
made her seem to vibrate as a
flame quivered
a flame off a beeswax candle
naturally
often he had a hard time
believing he had any part in her genetic makeup
she looked like her mother when she
was younger through her teens and
twenties
in her thirties people remarked
she looked like him
he thought she looked like him
too
she said she did too
he had his occasions
the sun felt good
it was warm
looking at her he thought he
sawknew he saw brightblue whiffs of oxygenated air queer-tined tides wash through her
making her at once part of the natural
world
like a shining transparent soap
bubble
yet gently
separate
he wasnt envious
he lacked her capacityhe lacked
the desire to seek what she attained
he preferred being crude
sensual flotsam tumbling in Lifes water in its turbulent brusque embrace
he wrote her that too
she wrote in return You do have
your occasions.
he lost time how long they stood
in the backyard holding hands
1048, Thursday,
19 9. 19
1604, Thursday,
26 3. 20
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