Behind the hills of my eyes
they are wading into
something they will forget
so easily.
In the gulch they will
find parts and pieces and
torn fences.
So many chiggers.
When they get home
something will be on the table,
hot and steaming.
Mother smiling.
Happy that her boys
went out and got dirty.
Earned their little stripes
in high adventure.
Behind the hills of my closed eyes
she's wiping the sweat from their eyebrows,
asking about what life is like
in outer space.
They're smiling back and snickering some
because she's an alien too
trying to get inside information
to thwart tomorrow.
Summer lasts forever
when time out is a life time and welts
take tooth spans
to fade.
Tonight is dinner.
Nothing more.
Dad will square the books tomorrow. She will watch.
Today was adventure.
