photo: Generation Nap—Hugh Findlay
THE NATURE OF THINGS
I want to teach my children
the nature of things.
How on a blistering cold day
the sun will be shining,
then rain will pour relentlessly
in the middle of July.
You will arrive at the pool,
floaties strapped to your arms,
smelling of sunscreen and hope.
The thunder will come.
The lifeguard will blow the whistle,
quietly grateful for a day’s rest.
You will show up with your towel
and your plans
and your ideas.
Clouds will roll in.
Your summer spirit will be crushed.
You will stand defeated.
Towel in one hand, my pinky finger in the other.
We will walk home shivering,
gently teaching one another
how to let things go.