Part of the problem with my brain being so full of stuff that it jettisons stuff, or crams it under other stuff [like that, those of you who say you’re forgetful?], is that unexpected moments come more often. This one was when I looked at my inbox this morning, which tells me I can post a poem today on We Write Poems. Right. Post the poem. I had it written, done, and filed. Completely forgot the posted part.
We Write Poems asked us to write a poem about an unexpected moment with someone we care about. I give you my husband and his gaming attire in the early mornings.
I lean in the doorway watching him demolish
an attacking demon, his entire focus on the monitor.
A blue and bronze robe, from Bali, covers
his expanding stomach around which I
have to reach to hug him, now. He no longer
has a full head of hair for me to run fingers
through, although there is enough at the back
for my fingers to scritch. A cap covers his head
keeping the sun out of his eyes. I smother
laughter and look for my camera. His cap
of choice has an armadillo head sticking
out the front — stuffed toy variety — its stumpy
ribbed tail sticks straight out the back.
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