It was after someone's graduation
and even though some did
not want their picture taken,
I engineered the photo,
set up the tripod,
cajoled, insisted, got it:
faces in a jagged line,
the dog a blur,
and some of my love shining
(like now?) old-fashioned in my face.
That night everybody sleeping
under the same roof
in various cots and cubbyholes,
makeshift,
camping out.
This could be the occasion
we'll calculate from:
Remember that time
when we were all together?
That hour perhaps adjacent
to what the sacred might be:
a cave we have found, a temporary
stay, and the children
in their niches, full of sleep,
full of daring, full of risk,
turning over to other poses,
one by one, in safety.
--Majorie Saiser
[Photo of the Gardner-Baasch-Willis Family]
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