Watching the Great Apes
When we were young
We were boys in abandon playing
And I played like that
Going around and 'round
For a better hold,
A better hug,
A better embrace,
A better look at father's face
But he was not there
Big hairy and strong in arms
Love overflowing there
In sweet frolic of play
A rub of head
A little grooming, a flash
Of speed and suppressed alarm
All that would have been mine
And yours too
Had our father stayed to hear
Us grunt and split with gladness
The evening air.
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