Lunch with
my daughter.
Screaming
yelling
grabbing
kicking
screeching
all out
full vocal
mind
boggling
crying –
ear piercing
brain
numbing
psychologically
excruciating
tear
bringing
fear
bringing
anger making
hair fraying
all decibel spraying
never ending
–
no never
ever ending
crying.
Indiscriminating
incredible
unstoppable
and the most
amazingly
effortless
crying -
nine month twenty
five day old
crying.
This is
insistent
independence
seeking
discovering herself
kind of
crying
perhaps -
finding the
teenager
early
kind of
crying.
Yet, as I am
blinking
now shaking
my head
thinking –
wondering
what could
this be -
I try pears,
peaches,
prune juice
apples,
yogurt, bananas
then finally
–
before
committing
hari kari -
before throwing
my hands up
in
desperation
in complete frustration
in Absolute
vodka drinking
exasperation
–
I try
a diaper
change
and a bottle
of formula.
Aha – and
immediately
as if
turning
off the
water
quiet is
restored –
blessed,
sacred quiet.
The angel face,
the tiny hands
and fingers
of the
Princess appear
and the
darkness parts.
Tiny Rose now
sleeps –
ten month
birthday
arrives this
week
delicate
endearing
her wishes now
finally imparted.
Our roman
candle
now burned
out,
beautiful
and mysterious
when flaming
into a night sky,
hot, multi colored
and insistent
fury
departed -
No doubt, a
vision of pure delight
in this
moment unobtrusive and
in quiet respite.
Doug Claybourne – For Marea – 10 mths
– Sept.21, 2011 – Philly Girl
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