A GAME OF PONTOONS
(For Mikey)
He leap-frogged lithely
with tentative grace
from one drifting lily pad
to the other, an uncertain smile
creased on his elfin face:
quite like relishing
the exquisite danger
of leaping from one life
moment to another
shorn of anxiety or fear
a fall could end it all.
Would the pontoons hold
while he teeters on them
grasping for absent branches?
His final leap was also
this old heart’s leap of faith
that this lad’s leap-frogging
will end in a crash of pool
where ripples are his balm
and sinking is his baptism
of fire in a game called living
where bridges crumble
with the tottering pontoons.
---ALBERT B. CASUGA
Michael Albert Casuga, youngest child of my unico hijo, Albert Beau Casuga, stands on the fourth row sandwiched by his sister Megan, cousins Sydney, Chloe, and Taylor.
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