full moon —
the grandchildren
I’ve never met

full moon —
I remember
that promise

full moon —
for a fraction of a second
I’m flying

autumn equinox —
my baseball glove
right where I left it

they say...

they say you’re only as old as you feel. in my case add my age to the age of my children and grandchildren and you should be close. 175 — sounds just about right...

a break in the clouds —
my grandson
calls me “Papa”

storm in the forecast
a late-night text message

storm in the forecast
someone mentions
my ex-wife’s name

storm in the forecast
I balance my checkbook

storm in the forecast
the dog pacing
back and forth

storm in the forecast
my dream
interrupted