Abstract

They love in the abstract, these children
And I don't mean by that
those children
or their children
or other children
or children in general
But my children, these kids who are not kids
but adults
grown
with lives
that are not my life

Years are passing now
not months or days
but years
that slide easily one to another
with no words
Becoming natural not to speak
The unexpected thing
no longer expected
Someone now would have to be shocking
to leap out of context
them or me