The Penguins
II
I've got no ring of power, to bind anyone in the shadow,
I got no shiny gold watch,
nor a pocket camera,
nor a suicide pill, in case I'm caught,
that's too late anyway.
I don't know the brand, but they sure are useful.
the small packet has drawings of the aquatic birds.
baby-safe wetwipes,
to clean her hands after she touches the many MANY things that I would shy away from.
it’s a ritual almost, when we go out for walkies: get shoes, mosquitto repellent, hat.
now, where is daddy’s cellphone?
here it is , good job.
where are the keys?
there they are.
and...where are the penguins?
she points at the packet, which normally rests on top of the piano. among the other junk.
yesterday, we went out before and after dinner.
she loves running around and showing off her toys.
I guess I forgot to put the packet on the piano, cause now I have penguins in my pocket.
leveling the field/field glasses
What I’d carry round with me:
Not sunglasses, Empathy!
I would like to get a pair
if one would only show me where.
They’re not for shielding sunny glare
But stop me if I start to stare.
They alternate, reversing, too,
so others see me through and through.
Privilege, hardship, challenges:
All show clearly through the lens.
Levelling glasses, I would say.
Would that I had some today.