—After Chris Abani
Out for lunch and my grand daughter is
recording my sounds and copying
my “ mmmmmmmm” while eating a french fry.
She clutches her father. The protectorate of her soul.
She squirms and grabs his shirt
then snugs her head into his chest.
He is a little tired today.
Her back springs gave him a sore back
a few days ago.
He smiles the slow tired smile of a young father
and watches his daughter
launch into the meat and try a pickle.
The waitress flies by,
smiling and asking
if we need coffee or more water.
It is a quick visit and after the food, our goodbyes.