Caleb

Time has frozen still in our little country,

at extremely high speeds,

shuffled around by the shrill cry of maniacal banshees

cleverly disguised as our two older offspring.

The clocks have turned their backs to us now,

while we await the next cat-like wail from our ravenous infant

whose burpless meanderings turned disastrous have helped

to create the avalanche of laundry next to the washer.

And life goes on still, even as we linger for news from my doctor

on the possibility of post-operative pneumonia or worse,

but somehow, even so, time has stood still in our small microcosm,

scandalized by the sudden entrance of one small little creature named Caleb.