ManicWorld Magazine

it doesn’t seem to matter to you
or me, just what exactly
you’re doing here,
accompanied by your niece

i pick up, don’t i, on the life
that the little one infuses
into our home,

we’re playing hop-scotch,
turning over a garden gnome,
and pumping white-knuckled fists
glorious, now, to be at one

with a universe of humanity
and, for us,
an extra-dimensional
family, ringing the door bell
determined to protect
what, now young,
will join us soon enough