Day 25 ~ 31 Haiku in Search of a Voice ~

One magical boy
In swirls of pub clattering
As dusk’s calm settles.

My littlest grandguy Brian, just turned 2, had been on vacation for 12 days with his Mama and Daddy, and oh, boy did Pops and I miss him. Last night, we all met up at Aidan’s Irish Pub for dinner and even as seasoned grandparents, we were amazed at how grown-up he had become in those few days. His hair was blonder and spiked up like a little surfer boy. His laughter was louder. His smile was now all-boy and his eyes sparkled just a little more at funny things. And he had become more precise at maneuvering his iPhone entertainment. We sat next to a window, or actually a door that opens up to a deck in the warmer weather, a door with a reflective copper plate. And amid the restaurant things of salt & pepper, vinegar, mustard, ketchup and Pop-up’s bottle of Miller, with the power lines and street lights and dusk and houses visible from outside… I saw this beautiful little boy’s reflection as he silently worked his magic on his magical technological toy. But even more, I saw a Haiku in Search of a Voice!