A recent Saturday at my house: the nephew is tearing the front porch apart. Sawing, hammering, swearing, unable to get things to plug in. My sister and her boyfriend (swearing and telling everyone what to do) are there. The niece-in-law-to-be is there. My father (with his just worked on knee) is there, fuming because he could do it right. Where am I? Running and errand and hiding in the library for over an hour. And even with a most enthusiastic child that was vocally enjoying […]
I hide and the book finds me
SmileRise: A very short poem by Bachar Samawi