I walked through the park,
Pushing the stroller of twins.
A girl stopped me to ask:
Are they identical? Or nocturnal?

I’m ignorant of most things, though,
And I only just learned of The Brown Bag Test.
In South Africa, I never knew
What it was to examine how White.

She ran past as she screamed
Where has my mother gone?
But she didn’t understand
That no one could go there.

I told my own mother to leave,
Once. No, twice, thrice!
I was over,
and she’d best not waste her time.

Yet in the end I was diurnal,
Skipping ahead toward bright midday.
I pulled them along,
and reached for the sky.

Eagle Lake, Acadia National Park, Maine. Taken by K. Brieger.