November 26: A poem
November 27, 2012 § Leave a comment
When J. was born, I wrote a series of poems loosely based on him. These poems made it into the book I made for his first birthday, which is one of his most prized possessions. Here is one of the prose poems in question. The poems are not necessarily about him — he is just the child in the center of all of them. Just like my life is not about J. and O., but they are at the center of all things.
IV Cardboard Guardian
I’ll give you a cardboard spirit for your birthday in a cardboard box with a paper ribbon. You will leave it in the rain forgotten until the sun comes out again and birds try to perch on the box so tall it lets them see over the fence but the box collapses under their minute weight hollow from the inside like some people we meet. The question can assembly line guardians fulfill one’s deep and urgent needs?
maze built by father
keeps him warm
I’ll give you a cardboard spirit for your birthday dwarf-sized and green with secret pink silk tassels behind the ears overlooking the garden reminiscent of old trees frightening daisies stunting the snapdragons’ growth encouraging the lone oak to rise rise rise. You leave it out in the rain. Cardboard melts slowly forming a river a nondescript shade of brown. The spirit fertilizes your soil though you forget it was ever there.