All Smiles

Oh that every smile

could be captured like a butterfly,

pinned forever on the memory . . .

or engraved on the bronze

of the sky, emblazoning the dawn

with the image of God

happily countenancing

limitless possibilities

of an eternal Day.

Serenity Now!

With hurricane suddenness
and force
smiles and coos
fade altogether
giving way
to the five distinct cries
in my arsenal:

hungry cry,
dirty-diaper cry,
lonely cry,
fake cry,
and serenity-now cry:

a.k.a. the Not-tomorrow,
not-after-breakfast
NOW!-cry

Why can’t you parentals
figure out what I want?!

Okay, I’ve said my piece . . .
time for Zach to zonk.
In minutes,
I’m happier than a clam
in shallow waters
at sunset.

happier than the sunset himself
now that you mention it.