grandma's on a monday visit

dimmed-eyed, stretching wide to see

the silver-carred bodies of mom, Edward and me

at grandma's, with Sis Liz, in  womanish play

dance and jig and cut-up like youth

prancing and skipping and hopping about

laughing from guts with glee in their eyes

shouting, "who's tired?" and "oh,oh, oh!"

 with great praise of "God is so good"

full joy bursting gracefully from their mouths

oh what laughter there was

the joy of visiting home

more fun than TV comedy 

could ever give

oh what a day is was

grandma's on a monday morn

blackberries making passionate love

kissing each of us with their purple lips

"glory to God", what a trip it was

searing itself upon my thoughts

my heart roaring

full of joy 

*Reflections of Jean Sulivan:

  -...when someone sets out on the road it's never in the name of an abstract idea.

  -Set out from where you are; otherwise, you'll never arrive anywhere.  Nothing takes place without communion, but no communion ever dispenses us from being true to ourselves.