His wounded wife crying her worries into a meat loaf. As his children navigated amid the noise of each other. Radars working as they complained about the lima beans cooking for supper. Alert to the sound of his truck pulling up. A door slams like thunder on a calm day.
Footsteps fall, pounding down the basement stairs.
His family, once more hopes and dutifully kisses him home again. While trying not to breathe out their fear in each kiss. Never knowing which breath or sound would send him into a frenzy that was at times, him self. It was quite plain to see, he is again the giant. Who would move amid, beyond and over them.