Wednesday, July 17, 2019

Time out of time

Wednesday mornings time stops the moment he pats my arm always awakening from the kind of dreams I have when I can go back to sleep after getting up too early.

He has a lot on his mind. A worrier. I hurt my back and alarmed him with some pain noise. He asks if I'm going to die. I really hate burdening him with 'someday'. Small friends distract and soothe.

2 comments:

Ms. said...

The sunlit green and that amazing light full boy! Glorious. Meanwhile, I know that state of waking when one can return and dreams in the twilight state have often been entertaining.

I wonder when one might let a child think and talk about death. When they're ready I suppose. That fierce red toy might be his guardian against the knowledge of mortality, or might be the thing itself.

Deb Lacativa said...

I should have put a quarter under its feet for scale. It's tiny.

Paying attention

For about a month, we’ve been trying to find a home for a fiberglass truck cap that’s been hanging around outside since, oh, 2001, leaning...

Play it again Sam.