Apparent alacrity

Appears within the ethers of my mind,

and transcends through ancestral objects,

that resonate their presence to the fore of now ...

The memory of Grandmother ...

and the dress she wore ... bold ... red

enraptured the desire of Grandfather,

as he worked the keys of the typewriter ...

The threads, the words entrapped in passion

bore forth the next generation ...

They found each other ...

Father, Mother ... Mother, Father.

Parents they became, raised together, all given ...

Tendrils of forebears empty and grey ...

shadowed by wings silenced in flight,

lay still in the nests of ...

What was ... what is ... what will be ...

Apparent alacrity.