Double Rainbow over 906 Rodriguez St.

(written Dec. 2009)

I can see myself as an old man,
Standing on the corner
Rubbing quarters together in my pocket,
Nervously jingling change left behind from God knows what.

I am reminded of my Grandfather’s hands-
Their strength,
Every movement deliberate and cautious
as they fingered rosary beads
as he taught me prayer.

I miss his faith-
I miss his steadiness.