The Tribe Arrived
On some anonymous day
Our family became a clan,
An alliance of tribes.
One hurricane tribe just blew in, and
The air crackled with charged ions,
Energy pent and released.
Our tidy pantry resembled a mine
At the end of the gold rush.
Activities simply happened,
The product of a collective brain,
With a mind very much of its own.
This time, with the grandkids older,
The onslaught had unexpected heft,
At first leaving me displaced,
Not quite feeling irrelevant, but almost.
I could no longer match the pace.
Then, just as family becomes clan,
A new awareness replaced an old one.
Planning, my planning at least,
Was happily superfluous.
The insistent chaos around me
Was my life expanding.
Surprising me in new forms,
Abundant in reach and richness.