I've been paying attention recently,
looking for inspiration, searching
for meaning, trying to find
shade from the ___
The other night, slightly south
of DC, I listened as my husband's
friend Matt spoke of the shade
Not the war.
As he and his family -
wife, daughter, son -
visited family -
aunts, uncles, so many
cousins. They took a break
in the shallow-mountain country-
side, each filled with alters
to a greater god.
"On the way there," he recounted,
"We stopped in a small village just south
of the foothills." He paused, considering
his travels, recalling in his mind the polaroid
he carefully crafted for us.
"It was February, but hotter than any summer
I have known. So we were in shorts. T-shirts.
But, because it is an indication of class -
whether or not you have a tan -
everyone we passed wore long sleeves.
Pants. Hats. Even in the unbelievably hot
"Max was 4 then and he ran to play
in the shade with the other kids, all carefully
I guess we all adapt.