Between blue green crags of cave ceiling
Bleeding pastels of fighting ghosts.
Over twice removed ties to the wife
Who spent all of her happiness on her cats.
Through the comings and goings wearing his half second of guilt
When she saw the YouTube videos of happy babies.
Passed the double doors of the pub circling over the bar
To perch on the seat and order another bourbon, neat.
I wrote this poem in response to the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt on Skeptics Kaddish. This week’s prompt poem is “Family” by Britta Benson. if you would like to read her poem or participate in the prompt visit the post here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/06/08/w3-prompt-6-weave-written-weekly/