Thursday, June 12, 2008

Yesterday evening

Chores did not get done. One child
was rigid with fear at the prospect
of a summer holiday
at his grandmother’s house, while

the other dreamed of dragon eggs

carved patiently by the river out of
rough granite.

The sun returned, and the vegetables
stretched in their garden bed out
towards the remembered soothing warmth.

The earth seemed unhurried, but we,
caught in a midsummer panic, were
frantic to fast-forward our lives
to a better time.

Rachel Westfall
June 12, 2008

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