love the moment

people of all sizes child to dull adult move through Starbucks like ants on a mission i watch them with detached amusement i feel the pull of a polar point i cannot find the sound of foaming milk soothes me like mother's milk might the barista's call of drinks and names connections stronger than family bonds i remember Tony Hillerman and lieutenant Joe Leaphorn i remember morning prayers and baby dedications i remember "Saving Private Ryan" and men who die too young my mind sees a bare baby's bottom and giggles of joy running through the hallway i imagine an angel or a sprite sitting at my shoulder with whispers faint and bittersweet soon as ashes fly from faded fires remember we all blow away dg 12/5/12