Off Kilter

The ceramic last supper

slipped, tipped cockeyed over

the canned cranberry sauce.

The twelve and Jesus

hung high just beyond

our consciousness.

“We thank thee, O Lord,

and these our guests.”

Hands clasped together

I see Mom at one end

and Dad at the other,

and their disciples

fidgeted while our

last supper hung off kilter.

>Family Fusion

a dozen divergent possibilities
descend upon me
even now

even now
they upend me
a dozen veins of vision

blessings in their own right
bring life in
a minute

a minute
passes wonder
around me pulses giving

family is it’s own grace
God steps in time
to appear

to appear
in relational cues
a nuclear family fusion