Reversal of Fortune
I can hear them talking
Saying more time with her please
Tears and smiles so close
Five steps to the table
Thank God I didn't fall this time
More time with them please
Hurry hurry hurry long lists
Sweet success missed the recital
Burning time like paper
Study hard don't stop
goals are gold trophies treasure
reach for the stars
I can feel her talking
I will treasure every minute
Tears and smiles so close
The Reef
Halfway to the small cay. We each kept one hand on the rope, our fins reaching far behind gently waving from our ankles like flags, as our well-loved sunfish floated along with us like a faithful labrador. Our space was managed by colorful reef fish, collections of grazing clown and parrot fish, swarms of angelfish, and an occasional curious, hovering barracuda. We had no sense of time or temperature, no trepidation, no thought to "reapply." We floated with purpose, searching and celebrating each discovery. We handled the revered urchins, comfortable with the way their spiky spindles moved in harmony seeking a surface to brush and escape back home to the glassy blue water. We took turns diving down, gently watching the majestic starfish move, its pace barely discernible, its feet leaving hundreds of tiny freckles in the sand on the ocean floor. The solemnity was broken occasionally by a burst of ceremonious joy when the familiar mound that hid the king or queen of the shell world was gently raised to marvel at the glow of a bright pink and orange ripply conch.
Floating face down, the afternoon would pass, with side glances through our sometimes foggy, sometimes leaky masks, to exchange a smile and shared disbelief at our playground.
Stitches
The little girl lies dead still staring at him, eyes and face covered in blood. The surgeon stands behind her pulling strings like a puppet master. The nurse and the woman with fuschia nails hover above the sterile ground, watching. Her tiny hand slips out from the sheet and reaches for him, pulling back as the next stitch is pulled tight.
FIRST ER COPTER PILOT "Wait. They need to wipe the blood off her hands before you give her the lollipop, moron."