Rocking on the back porch,

Thinking of you,

Of family.

The gurgling creek murmuring your name…

These days it’s not as odd to spend time with the ex-in-laws talking old times.

How many exes does it take to mark the spot

On the Treasure Map of Life?
We’re not prizes.

We’re not goals.

We’re fellow passengers.

The creek is never the same twice.

Neither are we.