I Ran

I think I was meant for another time.

Have you ever watched someone handle a pocket knife when

trying to show you something?

                                              As I walked my father to his truck this evening,

after a visit,

he stopped to admire the mountain laurel trees he had planted in my front yard.

He then walked over,

pulled off a pod of seed,

and pulled out his pocket knife

to show me the inside of the seed.

This was all done without talking.

And then


I ran…


as fast as my bare feet could muster-

to grab my camera-

before that pocket knife went back in his pocket,

and my mountain laurel lesson was over.



My father doesn’t pose.

I decided right then and there

that I want a pocket knife.



I am going to casually pull it out to show my girls and grandsons

things.