Reminiscence
Connections…
Moved by a
peanut still in its shell
to a day
a dad
Thirty thousand
miles and fifteen years back in time.
“How do they get
these things salty without opening them?”
I can’t
recall his answer.
The sound of the
shell splitting
signals
the
crack of the bat
the
roar of the crowd
the
fragrance of the freshly roasted nuts
forever a favorite
of a father
taking time
to make a memory.
Close knit? not
really
making such
memories even more memorable.
He was
often too busy
I too
often disinterested
--being different from my dad.
As time and
travel take their toll
which
childhood treasures
continue to
touch and temper my life?
Not the tons of
toys
closets of clothes
multitude of meals
abundance of advice
so much as
the days, the hours,
simply
shared
loving
life
sharing sunshine,
smiles,
and sometimes
a
pound of peanuts.
Michael
Krigline, April 9, 1987 (Beijing) www.krigline.com
