where every move feels like we've just
dodged a bullet
my shoulders having barely just
squeaked by,
a sigh
of "happened-upon" momentary relief
relishing that strange feeling of narrow escape -
Was that what it was?
Narrow escape?
Have we been in the shadows of danger close by?
Game
Has
Changed
No longer like when you
used to reach
home base
placed your hand on the tree
excitedly linked arms in a spirited human chain
or found the perfect hiding spot
quietly yet excitedly out of breath,
yelled
SAFE!
No, that's not it
Any
More.
So many parents yet again just lost their
More.
No second chance to hug the babe they once held
To butter their toast
Zip their coat
Take their phone
Cheer them on
Smooth their hair
Kiss their cheeks
Sign them up
Tuck them in
Hold
their
hand
Meet their eyes
Love with a wave.
And for those of us still blessed to have ours...
Drop off hasn't been the same for some time -
we're still in the
lottery
because that's
what
This
is.
These days we kiss them off
as they skip into schools
run on blacktops
play learn thrive in
their
other home...
But now we have day-aches
and night-aches
fearing what might come
harboring our secret fears that we cannot share with our children.
We send them off to spread their wings
and hope
they
miss
the sun.
Some days I just can't take
the break I feel for others...
And the monsters who boss with their never-ending
greed
gloat and pray
issue plastic apologies
rub their selfishness like mud in our faces -
don't care one bit
their cores rotten
hollow and foul.
This is a country
lost
at
sea
and I doubt we'll ever
find
the shore.
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