A little poem after reflecting on Mary Oliver (“You do not have to be good.”) and Caitlyn Siehl (“[Being pretty] is not your job.”). This is an interesting draft to begin, but I definitely want to craft this one and perfect it.
When you crossed the threshold
into the indigo shadows of the Old One’s hut,
she took hold of you with her bony claw
and gave you three impossible tasks.
But none of them were beauty.
None of them were goodness.
She does not demand of you
what your stepfamily expects,
out there beyond the forest’s reach,
in their comfortable cottage
covered with vines and flowers.
The crone can see that your path leads
away from pleasantries and loveliness.
She knows the world will demand your strength,
the full force of your determination.
She knows that sometimes the most arduous task
is to turn your face away from the mirror
the others have given you,
the one in which you see
what they want you to see.
Seek the needle in the haystack,
catch the wind in a bag,
find the golden flower that grows
on the farthest mountains
beyond the lands of comfort.
When you return,
the mirror will be truly yours,
to see yourself as only you can see.
Then you will sit in the quiet shadows
waiting for a young one to coming humming
along the forest path to ask you for fire.
1. Students performing Shakespeare. I knew they could manage the comedies with flair and finesse, but I had no idea they could do Julius Caesar with such incredible power. A gender-fluid cast. Brutus stayed male, but Caesar and Antony were female. As always, they made it utterly accessible. This could definitely be an award-winning performance.
2. One of the little jobs I get to volunteer for at school is Apple Pie Judge (I came back to this to capitalize it). And the teacher in charge actually thanked ME for participating. Heh. No, that was all my pleasure, thank you. These kids can bake a mean apple pie. And it’s just one more way for students to get recognition for their abilities that go beyond the traditional boundaries of sports or music or academics. Those were some fine pies.
3. Remembering this: You don’t do it all at once–you go step by step by step.
4. The baby green on the sycamore and poplar trees.
5. Today is Wrightsville’s Poem in Your Pocket Day. I am going to rush home from school so I can go with the family around the town so the boys can read their chosen poems at participating businesses.
May we walk in Beauty!