Catholic Dad

I’ve got a quiverful of children.

The Bible calls them arrows

and me lucky

and I am.

Though I’ve a pretty good view

of the target, and pull the bow

the same way every time,

bends in the air

send the one a-high

and the one a-low

and dams back in

their beaver,

aquiver.

 

I duck myself when they circle around.

 

I practice.

I do practice.

But my son and my daughter

fly where they will.

Over and under but especially

under the hill,

they fly where they will.

 

As night falls pregnant woment

As night falls pregnant women

exercise in the park and parents

clean the classrooms of the school

(with buckets and rags, I remember

how that was). It’s all green now,

every tree is filled with multiple

shades of dark green, the delicate

dusty pale pink has left us.

I wonder how soon I will see

the change again – the yet darker and fuller

giving way to the first gold.

Sooner than I think tonight, surely.

But happily, this easy arc of color

has no true downside.