Stranger Things at the House
With her absence, supposedly will return in weeks,
I could not help but notice things pique my curiosity;
seen through the door ajar, the bow and arrow
laid across the bed. I'd rather not ask the son
about it, lest he got mad for snooping.
It could be the symbol of his or her fidelity
or even a little religious gesture; or maybe he is
preparing for a hunting trip, who knows.
While in the laundry room, items, like photos
in the frames, tucked in the corner, collecting dusts.
Don't they deserve the better place to be stored? But,
this time, too, I choose to remain silent,
thinking: little squabble, a religious act or just forgot
about them, and so forth.
For whatever it may be, I'd imagine for a healthy tree
than the withering flowers;
our lives are full of shades and lights;
like mountain and valley or rich and poor;
I'd think light and then add more hues.
©Byung A. Fallgren