Poem: Revisit the Wonder

Taking what I thought had been a “make-believe” moment,
Tone stern with warning I wagged
A finger at first-grade inventors,
A parody of Nixon in mind,

“Now Boys. Those paper jet packs
You all made may
Not,
I repeat,

NOT

Be flown indoors.”

Waiting for a chuckle
Or at least a rolling groan or eye,

The Boys transfixed me
With the Sincerity
Of their complete
Understanding.

This article appears in April 2011.