Play of light,
Shimmering veneer.
The feigned cunning--
Sleight of hand,
Child-hands grasping.
The exciting chase--
Hint of shadow,
Slippery escape.
The resigned defeat--
Shock of loss,
Cold retreat.
Well, it's been a while since my last post. But here it is. I wrote this poem this very night. Usually I'm not one to "explain" my poetry, but I had a very specific picture in my mind when I wrote this to which I believe a lot of people will be able to relate.
I remember a time when, as a child, my family and I visited a park with a shallow pond of water. Just beneath the surface I saw tadpoles darting around and wanted to catch one so bad. I spent what seemed hours sloshing around in the water trying to catch one and did not even realize the amount of time I wasted doing so until my parents called me out so we could leave. I remember my disappointment that I had not only failed to catch one but also spent all of my time chasing after the silly things and didn't really notice anything else about the park around me! So tonight I had been thinking about the things that are important in my life right now. Some of which are things I want and know I can't have but have stubbornly continued to chase after anyways. It made me think of the innocent carelessness of my childhood and how things had seemed to become so much more complex than they used to be. The similarity of my actions in that seemingly nonchalant moment in my childhood and my situation now made me laugh. Hopefully it will do the same for you.
So I'm sure you can fill in the blanks with your own experiences- whatever they be. Sometimes, you gotta let the tadpoles be and enjoy what you already have.
