It was bigger than him
Smooth heart wood called a walking stick
For a three-year-old trying to be older
It’s not about walking running
Being first down the trail nor about the tangle
Of want and need in his legs
And it’s not about the way we roll
The pitiful scraping of the chin
While the spine backbends around
The roll and skiddish landing
It’s not the extended yeowl or the interminable pause
Before there is breath or comfort’s coos
This is about the apple in his other hand
The arching of grace fruit
Bump and rolling to a stop
Waiting on the other side of the parking lot
A shiny kind of sweetness
Brushed off and bitten into after it’s over
Susan Cowger’s chapbook, Scarab Hiding, was released in 2006 by Finishing Line Press. Her work has most recently appeared in CRUX, Poem-a Week, AllWeCanHold.com (Sage Hill Press), McGuffin and The 55 Project. She is founder and past editor of Rock & Sling: A Journal of Witness. She lives in Cheney, Washington.
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