Thursday, July 10, 2014

The Diamond Necklace

“You wander from room to room
Hunting for the diamond necklace
That is already around your neck!”


I find the diamond necklace 
In the scramble up a chimney 
to a summit block 
and friends
In the easing of slight nausea 
as I descend to 10,000 feet

In the full body wag
of the creek over rocks
In the sight of a wild rose
and the rush of my dad
posing by a rose for Mom
backpack on his 70 year-old back
His goofiness
His steadfast neediness

The sight of a Shooting Star
and hours later humming
"Don't you know that you are a shooting star
Don't you know? Woah, yeah!"
And feeling it must be me
In sunlight on my face
daydreaming on the narrow gauge train

I reach up and feel --
Yes. Necklace.