by Betsy Martin
One sits reading,
his face a meeting ground
of several tectonic plates
that collide to form
his private himalayas.
Another sits in the bedroom
and sews.
She tries to stitch
past onto present
by making for her daughter
a pair of neon-orange-
and-brown checked
bell-bottoms,
this being the sixties.
Another,
preferring jeans,
wears the checked pants only once,
but in memory,
a thousand times.
The bright patches
of love and guilt
fit her so well.
Under the house
small boats float
on subterranean streams.
This is where the family members
meet eye to eye.
It’s dark
and their eyes glow
like stars
or hot coals.
Category: Poetry, SNHU Creative Writing, SNHU online creative writing