Thursday, March 15, 2007


The breeze-danced sun-streams
land solid on the cluttered kitchen table,
surrounded by tousle-haired children
with all of creation in their eyes
and crumbs in their laughter.
They burst forth from slamming screen doors
to conquer the mountains of their minds
and destroy the villains of innocence
with shrieks and shouts and urgency
.. and swords of sticks at the ready

Victorious at sunset, the conquering warriors return.
The porch is strew with armaments –
broken sneakers, twisted caps, jelly-stained jackets.
The villains of innocence were held at bay
.. for one more Saturday