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| THANKSGIVING
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There's a photo of Jake
and me, at Queenston Heights.
Jake is only two
in his stroller. He smiles
a wrinkly Jake-smile,
a hook for hearts.
We're in shade-shifting
sunlight, beneath criss-crossed trees.
I squat beside him, beaming,
a dad in love, hand
on his arm. Mary is
the eye of the camera
that looks on this scene.
She needs to capture
what we all change from.
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from The Wind is a Tall Man Striding
watershedBooks
2000
Copyright © Jim Slominski
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