Magos Hill

My sister runs down our hill chasing
her breath and tells us
beyond the cul-de-sac
there is a field
of whispers and reeds
where men play football
with their sons and older brothers.

I wonder if the Indians
who occupied our hill
a thousand years ago
fought and played
lacrosse here, if fathers found
their sons and sons
found themselves
in the bottomless heaven of reeds.

While she empties a glass of water
I find Dad,
ask him to teach me
to play football.
He says he doesn’t know how.

Added: February 17, 2012 | Last changed: May 11, 2014