Families, the worst of them,

Families, the worst of them,
Are like a dog's vomit:
Magnetic.

Making sense
And not making sense
At precisely the same time,
But drawing you back.

Families, the best of them,
Are an architectural marvel:
Holding up the weight of the sky above
And fending off the ground below,
But with such grace
That the two kiss there on the horizon.

          wb picklesworth  (poet preacher)