theres nothing left to see
when the sun goes down
on a winter day
and the world scurries home
to make fires
and watch television
and make long distance phone calls
to far away loved ones
and the microwave buzzes
with a dinner done
and the boy runs down
the
stairs
from doing his homework
to talk and laugh and eat and drink
and fill up with innocence
and all the things he doesnt know
...and still doesnt
......and wont for a long time
1 comment:
I love the way the beginning of this poem captures the experience of the winding down of a winter afternoon ("the world scurries home/to make fires/and watch television/and make long distance phone calls..."). Also, the idea of "filling up with innocence" during a shared meal is very well stated. The concept that "the boy" will have to tackle those issues that "he doesn't know" lingers at the end of the poem and makes the reader feel that he may have to tackle them, sooner than he may know.
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