Details Making Possible Happen

When Abba is "father"
Teaching you to shoot
Stand up tall
Composed and thoughtful
There is love for Ima
Even when things happen
Behind others' closed doors
Down the block and around the bend
The respect is in the not talking
Not necessarily shameful
Just not something to talk about
That is what Abbas do
Sometimes
When heading for the boat
Before becoming Zaidi
And even then sometimes
The dusty landscape hasn't dulled the inclination
To cast a line

When cousins die
There are things to learn
Things to lie about
Stories get shiny
There are hard things to say
Possibly by those preferring silence
It is for everyone else that they speak
It is for the ones that barely uttered a word
Speaking when spoken to
Unless the fight is over details
That is always a different story
Even those will get glossy
Over time
Something in a candy dish
Sweet, sour
Laughable

There are so many fish
The biggest ones caught
Under unbelievable circumstances
Which is why they get bigger
Long after their captor is released
Some of these fish don't exist in one living room
But rear their ugly iridescent heads
In some other living room
Around the corner and up the block
Their eyes going filmy
Eventually
Just not today