Thursday, April 16, 2015

April 16th Poem - A Child's Poem


A CHILD’S POEM

In second grade, I wrote a poem about God.
I compared Him to an old sea captain
who looked not surprisingly like Santa Claus.
I put the words in bunches of four lines.

The next day my teacher read the poem,
told me she knew very well I had not written it.
I was in my twenties before I wrote another,
locked in a marriage to a man who loved sailing.
We lived in a house by the bay but even the grey
water and orange sun could not calm our union.

I would sit in a gold chair and write poems
till there was nothing in me but the desire
for sleep.  A cat that I loved very much
befriended a chubby, speckled rabbit.
The two would walk along the water’s edge
unaware that they were natural enemies.

Once in a restaurant I heard a man describe deer hunting.
“You choose the one you want most and then kill it.”
I repeated the line as if it contained some secret.
I repeated the line so I would not forget it.




from Singing Magic by Barbara Alfaro
© Barbara Alfaro