In honor of National Poetry Month
What is it about open spaces
that seems to require his flight?
With sudden grin
and pounding feet he tugs at me
dragging me across
a parking lot,
a clear stretch of sidewalk,
down a crowded hallway.
Why is it
that despite my best efforts,
my preconceived words of warning
—Hold my hand
go ignored beside that irresistible draw of
Does this tug rise from some forgotten freedom?
Is there a deeply-buried draw
that tells him—this boy of mine
we all ran unencumbered
across parking lots.
And does he know that one day we shall again—
back through Garden gates?
So that was slightly humiliating. I'm not really a poet, but I thought I'd give it a shot—in honor of National Poetry Month. And so, poet or no, I'm urging you to do the same! Want to share a poem? Post it in the comments below!