Susquehanna dawn:
below us, a bridge over
a river of clouds
we rise through the fog
above, two falcons ascend
to a broad clear sky
miles of trees turning
before us autumn unrolls
haiku by haiku
Caught in the Moment
I moved around too much and (as the camera’s battery was dying) missed the crack of the bat — but can you tell the boys were caught up it all? Bobby Abreu’s home run at Yankee Stadium is almost too much to process!
Trevvy, Re-Thinking
Apparently Jodi read the last blog post to Trevor. He said, “Mommy, I wasn’t thinking of Mars. I was thinking of heaven. I want to go to heaven.”
Do they stay up all night and sleep during the day in heaven?
Trevvy, Still Thinking …
The scene is a father and four children seated around a cluttered, crumby, sticky breakfast table. The youngest, TREVOR, has only recently been awakened by DAD to eat breakfast. Trevor addresses his dad out of the blue.
TREVOR: When will I be at Mars?
DAD: When will you go to Mars? I dunno — maybe if you become an astronaut when you grow up, you’ll go to Mars someday. But people don’t usually go to Mars.
TREVOR: Maybe if I’m an alien, I’ll go to Mars.
DAD: (laughing) Maybe. But I don’t think you’re an alien. I’m pretty sure you’re a human.
TREVOR: But maybe I will … I saw an alien world. Aliens stay awake all night — and sleep during the day.
Trevvy Thinking, Again …
Trevor just approached me with a look of revelation and the smile of certainty on his face.
“Daddy,” he said. “Babies are the cutest humans in the world!”
“Oh, really?” I said.
He smiled, nodded once, turned and walked away.
I’m thinking perhaps four-year-old boys might give babies a run for their money.
