We’re having good days these days; some of them back-to-back.
It’s a jinx to mention this, I know;
But a curse to forget
We’ve had self-control,
Backed away from the bitter brink,
Negotiated like neighborly nation states.
It’s a sweet spot.
Even the dog is onto it.
The two sisters play for hours and days, with ponies and pirates;
push and pull and patch it up. They hardly need me.
They hug hard.
Hug Mom ten times before she goes to work.
Hug hundreds of times, as much as I can handle, crashing and climbing,
Hanging, cantilevering, daredevil upside-down hugs.
Collapsed, deadweight, sleep-sweat hugs.
They’re long in my arms when I see us reflected in a window,
One a bag of pythons, the other a barrel of birds.
Half a year from big-kid school,
They’re so small when they reach up.