2012-05-27T00:00:11-07:00May 27th, 2012|Musings on life|

The appeal of ambushing strangers

I had a dream last night
that my husband ambushed an older woman
with a heavy quilt
and proceeded to sing to her
holding her tight
until she could hardly catch her breath
with laughter.

I told this to my husband
as we were buying arugula
at the farmer’s market
and we chuckled at the absurdity of it
while our son climbed
into a stranger’s wagon
and told the boy sitting across from him
enthusiastic and indecipherable things.

Maybe this is what kids are for
to chip away at the plaque
on our spontaneity
to remind us there is only 0.1% difference in my DNA
and that of the man over there
reading under a tree
in a shirt too heavy
for this glove of hot weather.

But I am too shy
to bring him one of my husband’s t-shirts
and ask him
is the book good
perhaps we could all read it out loud together
on cushions on our floor
after dinner

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