Deployment Season

My tummy endures spasmodic episodes each night,

though tonight it’s not just baby boy,

quivering from more than the cold.

How nervous can nervous be.

.

The aroma of hazelnut coffee streams into the master space,

and I,

awake since my head hit the pillows,

walk down,

toward the dim kitchen light.

.

Bang-bang.

I know how he’s trained,

hawk fighter,

my fast mover pilot,

and the iron rations he knows he must acquaint with.

The 3rd move nearly pulled us apart,

Dear John,

I wish I could be stronger for him needs her,

her is the heart of the family,

beating next to a steady rock.

Or two rocks,

I don’t always see both sustaining the craziest, coolest, lightest, heaviest,

tides that bind two rocks tighter,

tighter together.

.

I’m running these thoughts through my head,

he picks up his egg crumpet sandwich,

bites into it,

looks at me and

smiles.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

If you would like to support my writing, please consider liking my story, subscribing, pledging and/or tipping. Thank you for reading!