a new history

 


pulling into a parking
lot of a local convenience
store
i saw a young mom and
her small son in the alley

both had boots on and
were splashing in a
water puddle

he was laughing and
smiling,

she was laughing and
smiling at his laughing
and smiling

she picked him up and
he rested his head on
her shoulder as she
turned to walk back to
their apartment across
the alley

the sun unlocked the
cages of the rain clouds
and stood free again

and i could hear music
begin to play inside of
myself

it is events like these
that should be written
into the history of our
species

not the hatreds

not the wars

not the atrocities

not the genocides

just young mothers
and their tiny sons
playing in rain puddles
on an early summer's
evening in August