A child on whirring elbows makes her way
through wrapping rubble, hotwheels, boxes, blocks.
A child on dancing toes at manic play.
The grownups keep their chairs, content in talk.

A walk with Uncle, Aunt, and cousin all
High boulders heaped along the slipping sea.
Between bouncing boy and where ocean lalls,
with scamp’ring collie-beagle snagged on leash.

A silent shepherd mouths what Mary speaks
while parents grin and pews and programs creak.

AW/BW
Copyright: Andrew Mackenzie Watson

[Bartleby’s Poetry Corner]