Friday, July 14, 2006

A Poem from My Son



Today at 9:30 Costa Rican time
When you were in the doctor’s office
Waiting to receive you chemo
I planted a tree for you.
I don’t know what kind of tree it is.
It is from the Guanacaste.
It is funny looking.
Its trunk is thinner at the bottom
Than it is at the top.
But despite this counterintuitiveness
It is a strong tree.

I told you I would be in an orange tree
Meditating for you
At 9:30
But I know that doctors are always late
So I waited until 9:41.
And the orange tree wasn’t as comfortable
As I thought it would be.
So I walked past the orange orchard
To the cattle pasture above my farm
And sat under a poro tree
And meditated with the cows
Overlooking the emerald valley
That pours over the mountains
Falling to the sea below

This is where I was
When you received your chemo.
I figured you would be closing your eyes.
I wanted to take you out of the doctors office
And up to a mountain top
Like the time I dragged you up
To Lake of the Angels.
I tried to summon up all of my strength
And the strength of the land around me
To send you my love
I remembered how hard it was for you
To make it to Lake of the Angels


When I was walking back down to the house
I had to machete my way through
Invasive vines and weeds
That were choking the orange trees
And obscuring the trail.
I passed the tree I planted for you
And imagined it in 50 years
A giant




4 Comments:

Blogger John Davis said...

You clearly are a chip off the old block at least from your mother's side.

The fruit doesn't fall far from the tree.

7:52 PM  
Blogger Peggyk said...

...And I imagine you in one year, giant, strong and full of life.

9:22 PM  
Blogger lisa mersky said...

what a great feeling, to read eliot's poem xxx lisa

6:51 PM  
Blogger Jay said...

What a blessing to have such a wise and loving son (and poet)! I was moved by the love expressed here!

1:50 PM  

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