Member Rara Avis
This was not an easy poem to write. Since I'm never going to show it to the person it's meant for, I thought I'd just put it up here, and let the words speak for themselves. Life can be so complicated sometimes. Yet, thankfully with the right perspective, still joyful and still a miracle.
-rubber duck bridge-
What you never told me
Burns inside of me.
That movie we watched on a wintry New Hampshire night,
What the blocks spelled out in the cast members' hands.
I never would have guessed the insect's identity.
I understand why you let me go.
The past is a rubber duck bridge,
Lots of squeaky toys,
Depressed, left to halffloat in water.
You, triumphantly, realistically,
Made it through the deep.
Yes, you got wet.
But you dried yourself off
With understanding passion.
And it's not a victim's sympathy I give you.
I don't think of you as someone ugly,
Someone so awkward and terrible and a monster.
That was never what I felt.
I think of you as the strongest woman I've ever met.
Sometimes, in anger, I try to forget.
And I know you're uncomfortable with what I've said.
Even a mother's angry tears can't drown out the truth.
You watch, you're going to make a mark all yours,
As beautiful and crushingly delicate as a rose,
Stem held by a child-like adult,
Not an adult-like child.
Long after the rubber ducks have floated away,
Eyes sunken, beaks smile-frozen, color drained,
I will still think of you with joy in my mind.
I won't intrude on you, even if it means being left behind.
If you still want my friendship, I'll be there at your side.
(but even from afar, I will take joy in your flight:
the toybox bathtub girl has made it -- and oh what a height!)