It's Still Life

The Relevance

The sun light,
it’s like yellow roses.

A sky blue peepshow between
clouds that spring and foam.

Dad’s painting seascapes again.
He keeps a wandering eye
on my sister and I.

We walk the beach.
Looking down. Beachcombing.

I’m always on the move, I’m told,
for fear of calcifying, Dad says.

One day I’ll look up that word
so I know what I am afraid of.

And at the end of the day,
Dad’s easel, brush and paint
are packed and folded up …
and Dad says,

“Only the most relevant bits of you
are allowed back into the car.”

I toss an armload of driftwood
into the backseat, and my sister
empties her sand pail filled
with stones on the floor.

A 6 and 10-year old know what’s relevant

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