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Step Into the Wave

by Kristina Woodhill

Slight rumblings would begin
within Dad's deep chest,

where a father's dearest words remained ready,
where life's funny tickles found their voice

His wide grin and nodding head alerted us
to a coming eruption

Maybe a book lay in his lap,
amusing golf tales by P.G. Wodehouse,
perhaps a Reader's Digest joke page,

or at a family gathering,
uncles retelling expansive hunting stories
rivaling a Patrick McManus romp with a wild-eyed deer

Rumblings rattled their way up and out of him,
joined by guffaws, shaking belly providing propulsion

Laughter loud, full, unfettered

inevitably followed by squinting eyes overflowing,
his white pressed handkerchief unprepared to stanch

And we who looked on
felt it coming, stepped into its path

joyfully drowning in shared merriment,
letting our sides split wide open

08/26/2021

Author's Note: I was tickled to have this included in an anthology from The Cabin (Boise, Idaho) Writer's in the Attic. They had their book launch last night in the park - cool, shade, distancing, readings by 8 of the included writers of 50 in the anthology. The theme for the season was Rupture.

Posted on 08/26/2021
Copyright © 2021 Kristina Woodhill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/26/21 at 06:23 PM

Nice poem Kristina! Congrats on the publishing.

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