The movie that played in my mind when I wrote this piece was that of an absentee father whose work took him to witness the problems of the world, only to find out when he retired home that he himself had spawned a gap in his own family simply by living what he had witnessed to be a world-wide practice to create more problems: Neglect. -difficult to present audio-visually. Maybe someone else's talent can be more successful for its audio-visual presentation.

Did I hear you right

About the vine that crawled up

Only to dry out at the top?

Not even a flower along the way -

Now what kind of existence was that ?

I try to discern, finding stars

Or forms in the dot matrix of events before me.

A blanket of coils moors us together

An itch in the West amplifying

An agonizing cry in the East

Where time and again a reminder echoed

Of how better off the world would be without one of its parts

The finest form of war to wage cries

To ignore, to relegate

Till perhaps, in a distant time

A dormant corner conflagrates.

Shall I go chase the moon now

And tell him of this pipe dream

Or look to my soul for answers ?

I look at your face instead, garlanded with bougainvillas

As we pass them by, your queried look at my dreams

On how they would work with your life

Which began as I cradled you to Tschaikowsky’s melody.

I now stand as meaningful as a dinosaur

Before you, waving

As two squirrels scramble for my heart

And your husband beckons from the car below.