Archimedes

Gratitude is like water

It fills up my heart 

and all the things 

that were pushed 

to the bottom

begin to float

to the top

 

Displaced to the corners

of my eyes

just like Archimedes said

Stir that up with all the debris

covering the surface

and it gets harder

to see 

inside

 

So, I be a good pool boy

Skimming the skin with a net

Inspecting my catch

like a bad fisherman

Be it rusty hooks

empty worm cans

angry crabs

or skinny 

fish

 

If a heart can be flooded

with a mere daily catch

it appears abundantly clear

The question to ask 

is not what 

got caught today

but who 

shall I ask

to go 

swimming

Birth Day

Uncustomarily, my grandpa followed 

“I’m with her.”  he said

She kept on walking 

“You just try and stop me.” she said

The nurses told her it was past visiting hours

and she was not allowed into the newborn ward

to hold her first born granddaughter 

One of my favorite stories

she did not tell me until until she was 93

about when she went to the hospital

to see me 

on my birth day