Monday, September 18, 2006

Ben's Songs

In the long light of an autumn day
my small son dances
at the end of our driveway.
To what music?
No boombox thumps,
no car radio intrudes,
nothing you could dance to:
the roar of a garbage truck,
a passing car, a barking dog.

But Ben feels some
happy, silent beat,
and matches the rhythm he
hears: knees bent,
bounces up and down,
hands splayed,
arms stretched, embraces
the moment in the
sinking light.

He looks up at me, beaming,
and reaches for my hand.
As our fingers touch, I hear it:

crickets in the dusk.

I join his dance
in the golden light
of his Autumn dance hall.

The world sings to my son
songs I have forgotten
until he dances them to me.


Dana said...

What a beautiful poem!

Cynthia Bostwick said...


Thanks! Yes I did write it, this is about version 6. No poem is ever really done, for me. I am glad you liked it. I am going to wander over to your blog now--

Peace, shalom, salaam,

Jessica Shagena said...

Cindy, I don't know if you remember me.. (i'm a young dem with the st. clair democratic party and i worked on mary pattersons campaign) but we met at a kite flying event before the 2004 election under the bridge.. I just fell head over heals with your son.

Anyway, I'm friends with Jill and Tony Pitts.. I watch beautiful baby cate early friday mornings, and this morning Tony suggested I read your blog.

This poem is so very beautiful.. Ben is so lucky to have a beautiful and loving mother. Congrats on the move to Ann Arbor

Cynthia Bostwick said...

Thanks Jessica--of course I remember you. I bet Cate is lovely--one of these days I have to see her again, it's been months.

Take care, and thanks for reading!