Hard to Say
Who knows if it will live
or not—
the small baby robin
whose black speckled body
I lifted out of the hole
between the garden
and the basement window.
He heard the struggle,
my son—
whose thirteen years
of life experience
have accumulated into
a sad indifference
to its cries for help.
Instead of rushing
out the front door to investigate
the source of such commotion
he called to me
from the comfortable nest of his chair
in front of the computer screen.
“Something is dying
outside the window,” he said
with an unfamiliar voice
beginning to hatch and deepen.
When the tiny wings
fluttered out of my hands
into the motherless afternoon,
I felt its chances were as good
as the kid downstairs
who had made no effort yet
to fly.
DeMaris Gaunt
6-26-13
Published by demarisspeaks
I currently live in Nashville, Indiana. I love to listen to music, books on CD, podcasts or NPR as I work in my studio. My favorite artists are Andrew Wyeth and Edward Hopper. I love poetry, but only the good stuff that isn’t so abstract I can’t understand it. Abstraction better lends itself to visual art, I think. Stephen Dunn is my favorite poet. He’s said just about anything that can be said about the inner workings of the heart and mind. My favorite novel is Atonement by Ian McEwan. My all time favorite band is The Cure. I love science, and anything that relates to how the mind works. I don’t believe in the supernatural. If I could meet anyone in the world, it would be Richard Dawkins or Steven Pinker. If you don’t buy my art or read my poetry, buy one of their books. It will enrich if not change your life. My favorite things to do are hiking, kayaking and camping. My favorite food is so common, I’ll keep you in suspense (It starts with a P). I prefer chocolate to vanilla. Green is my favorite color. I have an aversion to planning or scheduling of any kind, and I live for spontaneous adventures! Telephone conversations make me anxious, and I avoid them at almost all cost. I had a happy childhood. I’m having a pretty fantastic adulthood. I have every intention of seeing my 100th birthday, after which I will happily relinquish my guts to the future of medicine.
Cheers! ~DeMaris
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Sadly familiar.
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