When I was a child of four years
We lived in a trailer park set back off the highway
Hard by a wooded area in southeastern Wisconsin
Between Racine and Kenosha
One day I must have wandered off
For I remember my dad hearing my cries
And comforting my tears
When he found me standing alone
Crying in the middle of a frozen pond
I grew to become a timid child
Terrified of nature
Afraid of being left alone.
When I was an adolescent of seventeen
We lived in a big city
Hard by the mechanical violence of the streets
Between the nightmare and the dream
One day I suffered a terrible beating
For which no one would help me
And no one could comfort my pain
When they saw me lying alone
Crying in the middle of the schoolyard
I grew to become a frightened adult
Terrified of people and nature
Afraid of crowds and of being left alone
Then I became the old man
Living inside these memories
Softened by the timeless patterns
Between the lake and the forest
Today I saw a coyote snatch a cat
Hard by my neighbor's yard
Inside my reckoning of the past
Where I tally no relief from the
Places and the nature that cost its life
Sunday, December 25, 2011
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