The Family, and: My Daughter's Courage, and: A Summer Storm

The Family

One summer two cellos fell in love.And the next summer the lady cellogave birth to a baby.It was not a baby cello, however.

It was a violin with a high squeaky cry.They fed it and they wrapped it in warm clothing.But it did not grow.It played music, of course, but a squeaky music.

The cellos looked at each other in silence.In recrimination.And at night they sleptwith their curved backs against each other.

My Daughter's Courage

My daughter was three years old.A long car ride to our summer vacation.And then we walked down to the ocean.Already it was late afternoon.

She was halfway in size between me and a seagull.She looked at the waves.She looked at the churning greenish water.I want to go in the deep end, she said.

A Summer Storm

In the hot afternoon it came on quickly.The sky almost black. Hail began falling.In the long grass of Junethe hail looked like white eggs.

It was almost the summer solstice.A steady hail out of the dark sky.And then it stopped.The sky brightened with a peculiar orange color.Like a sunrise in milk.

The birds were confused and seemed to thinkit was dawn again and began speaking loudly.And to me too it felt like dawn.But the red sun was descending.