Poem Interrupted

I subscribe to more magazines than I ever have time to read.  Yesterday, while cleaning the house I looked at the stack of eight issues of various publications and thought….I’m going to read somethingTODAY.

Not to bite off more than I could chew, I figured I would digest a small poem from a literary magazine.  Just 12 lines, how hard could that be?  I could chill and regroup right before my youngest son’s 4:00pm soccer game while I waited for my husband to get out of the shower and the cake I started baking for dinner to finish up.  The cake had 5 minutes left in the oven.   More than enough time to read 12 little lines of poetry.

Ready, Set, Go!

 

Just Now by W.S. Merwin

In the morning as the storm begins to blow away

the clear sky appears for a moment and it seems to me

that there has been……

 

“MOM!  MOM!  MOM!!!”

“What?”

“Is it time to go yet?  I’m going to be late.”

“No, wait for the timer to go off, then we leave.”

*sigh*  …time to start over

 

Just Now by W.S. Merwin

In the morning as the storm begins to blow away

the clear sky appears for a moment and it seems to me

that there has been something simpler than I could ever believe

simpler than I could have….

 

“Hey mom, who’s key is this? Is it Abuela’s?  Because she’s not home and I can’t see how she could be gone without her key.”

“Dude, she has another key. That one is mine.”

*sigh* – ok maybe I should just back up a couple of lines

 

that there has been something simpler than I could ever believe

simpler than I could have begun to find words for

not patient not even waiting no more hidden

than the air…..

 

“Ok, so Mom, why is it that ducks don’t poop on a turf field like they do on a grass field?  Did you ever wonder that?  I do.”

“Because it’s too hot.” (chimed in by son #3).

*sigh*  where was I??

 

simpler than I could have begun to find words for

not patient not even waiting no more hidden

than the air itself that became a part of me….

 

Mom, oh my GOD! I just put the lid on this candle and …..poof (with wispy hand gesture)….it  was so cool.”

*sigh*…..something about patience??

 

not patient not even waiting no more hidden

than the air itself that became a part of me for a while

with every….

 

“Oh cool…..the wax is already hardening!!!!”

 

with every breath and…..

 

“Um, how do you clean up spilled wax?”

 

with every breath and remained…..

 

*hysterical laughing from son #3*

“Oh my God, Kayne West is such an idiot.  Can you believe he scored 106 pts in a charity wheelchair basketball game against a bunch of kids?  He wasn’t even in a wheelchair…….I just love Kanye.”

*sigh*……I hope he really doesn’t love Kanye*

 

every breath and remained with me unnoticed…..

 

“Hey!  This idea just came to me…….frozen cake.  Awesome right???”

*grrrrrrrr*

 

with every  breath

 

*BEEP BEEEP BEEP*

“Cake’s Done!!  Let’s go, I’m gonna be late!!!”

 

I concede.

One thought on “Poem Interrupted

  1. Oh Beth, the most fun I’ve had today…I can see each one of your boys in their part, too. I love this! You must write more…with only Aidan home now, we don’t get as many moments like this…although I will tell you – I get a few now and then!

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