While the boy loads his weapon and hides,
Dad walks slowly around the yard, breathing.
He knows the ambush is coming, but tries for
and momentarily achieves a quiet mind.
Even while he’s absorbing the cool morning
air of a sunny spring day and loving the trees
as they await their first blooms of the season,
Dad is no sitting duck. He walks and breathes,
but at his side is a loaded nerf gun,
six darts in the cartridge, ready for battle.
michael jarmer 