Poem: Boy

Poem: Boy

Portrait of Master Bumbury  by Sir Joshua Reynolds

Portrait of Master Bumbury by Sir Joshua Reynolds

Boy

for my son

Problem child –
They may say
You’re a problem, child
You may think
You’re a problem, child.

But –
You are the edges of my temper
You are the loose ends of my attention
Bundled into four-foot-nothing of boy –
Into brown eyes,
Brown hair,
Long legs.
You are all the energy
I do not have,
The streak of activity
that whirls around me
as I sit,
Hands folded in my lap.

But –
You are not my tangle
to unsnarl, to work,
starting at the center
and then outward,
until a clean, smooth
length of thread is
in my hands
and I can wind it
through my fingers.

But instead –
I must learn 
To chase while you run
And to spread my arms wide,
To be ready –
when you have a moment
to be still –
to close them around you
and then –
Let you go again.

- April 2017

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