I Grin Like a Monkey
With each tick of the clock and every
sip of steaming Dark Magic joe
my brain fires more connections
darting in all directions
Keeping with routine
I journal randomness
Memories wave from far corners
images materialize
Mamaw and Papaw burst
on the scene of remembrance
He says “Had the big eye last night
Didn’t sleep a wink”
She counters as is custom
“He sawed BIG lumber”
her snappy comeback just loud
enough for him to hear
Both grin like monkeys
Some connections are never lost