Forbidden

Packed tightly in cedar walls

They sit folded but unused,

Purchased for the right occasion

But now forbidden by my wife.

Still many years later they stay

Because, she says, ‘old men

Shouldn’t wear shorts.

Untitled (so far)

 From its perch high above

It watched the goings-on below

The diluvial transitions,

The wise men’s travels,

The 95 nails being struck by a hammer.

 

Like a younger sibling

It played a lesser part,

The run to the campground pit,

The romantic couple’s overlook,

The chatter of friends beside the waves.

 

While behind the scenes

It moved the world in subtle ways,

The boats that gently rocked,

The weather forecast altered,

The changing moods at home.

 

But when given consideration

It welcomes the attention,

The giant leap of mankind,

The terror of ancient tribes,

The home of the man in the moon.