April 28th, 2008

lisa at desk

Before National Poetry Month is Over

This poem was written a few weeks ago:



Boy, Ten and A Half, April 2009


A new movement

came from you today.

We were in public,

just walking.

I put my arm around your shoulders,

and you

shrugged out of my grasp.

So smooth and quick

like a silvery fish eluding the hook

like a leaf letting go of the tree

or a streak of heat lightning

before the rumble of thunder.

My fleeting pang was replaced by

wry pride.

You are on schedule.

It is time to allow space between us,

and my arms will learn

to leave you alone.

From the day of your birth, this moment was

waiting.