Here's what I just did with it. Fun.
In the Maw of a Waterfall
I blame depth perception problems
for making my grandgirl and me
snail our way into the car wash.
I put the car in park and note
exposed plumbing on both sides.
Like a beast suddenly awakens,
huge blue brushes whirl and batter
down the sides and over the top.
She and I sit stock still but are caught
in the maw of a waterfall!
Without warning, suds cloak windows,
blinding us to our recognizable world.
Though parked, the car seems
to leap forward, side mirrors
taking slaps and whacks.
Instead of clutching her book,
closing her eyes, or holding her breath,
she giggles with great delight
in the midst of a marching band.
We have no control. But for a moment,
we are swept away, swept away
from days she is missing
her mother.
Then trombones grow quiet, a mist,
and we turn back into a snail.
In the Maw of a Waterfall
I blame depth perception problems
for making my grandgirl and me
snail our way into the car wash.
I put the car in park and note
exposed plumbing on both sides.
Like a beast suddenly awakens,
huge blue brushes whirl and batter
down the sides and over the top.
She and I sit stock still but are caught
in the maw of a waterfall!
Without warning, suds cloak windows,
blinding us to our recognizable world.
Though parked, the car seems
to leap forward, side mirrors
taking slaps and whacks.
Instead of clutching her book,
closing her eyes, or holding her breath,
she giggles with great delight
in the midst of a marching band.
We have no control. But for a moment,
we are swept away, swept away
from days she is missing
her mother.
Then trombones grow quiet, a mist,
and we turn back into a snail.