The Importance of Being Thought About
(On Thinking About The World As I Talk With My Daughter)
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The Importance of Being Thought About
Did I hear you right
About the vine that crawled up
Only to dry out at the top?
Not even a flower along the way -
Now what kind of existence was that ?
I try to discern, finding stars
Or forms in the dot matrix of events before me.
A blanket of coils moors us together
An itch in the West amplifying
To an agonizing cry in the East
Where time and again a reminder echoed
Of how better off the world would be without one of its parts
The finest form of war to wage cries
To ignore, to relegate
Till perhaps, in a distant time
A dormant corner conflagrates.
Shall I go chase the moon now
And tell him of this pipe dream
Or look to my soul for answers ?
I look at your face instead, garlanded with boungainvillas
As we pass them by, your queried look at my dreams
On how they would work with your life
Which began as I cradled you to Tschaikowsky’s melody.
I now stand as meaningful as a dinosaur
Before you, waving
As two squirrels scramble for my heart
And your husband beckons from the car below.