September Light

Light is becoming really important. All summer I took it for granted, knew it would be there for me all day and into the evening. Now it’s clear I have to rethink the whole thing. I can’t expect light and I’m looking for it.

Today is a day of change. Chandrika goes back to college, with Bimala ¬†married, change is my companion and of course always has been but I only seem to count it when it’s big. Many years ago I wrote this poem about my young children’s change – you’d think I’d be used to it but, just like fall every year, I notice the change and feel something new coming to me. Something not quite familiar and yet experienced.

CHILD

Together our lives weave an intricate tapestry

of dreams and jelly on the stove.

Your hair is soft under my hand,

yesterday it was sticky with peppermint and gummy candy.

I smooth the curls, form them in my fingers

think of the times we’ve had though

you are still so young.

We sit together, struck by the same light

in a cadence of features though change

is the fabric of our bond.

Like old folk music we sound off key

sometimes speaking in strident unison,

each voice grasping to be heard

words pour out into the space between us.

In the next moment your face beams

up at me, sure of my thereness

my solid rock comfort and I see the changing

face of the child I love.

The hair I get used to goes dark or light

the teeth I know fall out, there is always

a newness about you I dare not call strange.

I never know what you’ll come home with,

a new pet, a friend, book or idea,

you’re open to the world, to change.

As you shift in your winds I flip back through my childhood,

trying on memory’s tangle. We aren’t there,

you and I, our picture’s aren’t ready.

While I’m looking back, your eyes seek mine,

you lean toward me, keeping the corners of my life snug

like the paper triangles holding pictures in our photograph album.

One thought on “September Light

  1. keeping the corners of my life snug

    like the paper triangles holding pictures in our photograph album.

    YES! That’s my child too… both of my sons frame my very existence… or seem to even after they have moved away from home. lovely way you put things.

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