Thursday, May 20, 2010

As Far As I'm Concerned, It's Summer!

HoneyHaired is out of school for the summer!!


First Year Teacher to His Students

by Gary J. Whitehead

Go now into summer, into the backs of cars,
into the black maws of your own changing,
onto the boardwalks of a thousand splinters,
onto the beaches of a hundred fond memories
in wait, where the sea in all its indefatigability
stammers at the invitation. Go to your vacation,



to the late morning cool of your basement rooms,
the honeysuckle evening of the first kiss, the first
dip and pivot, swivel and twist. Go to where
the clipper ships sail far upriver, where the salmon
swim in the clean, cool pools just to spawn.
Wake to what the spider unspools into a silver

dawn dripping with light. Sleep in sleeping bags,
sleep in sand, sleep at someone else's house
in a land you've never been, where the dreamers
dream in a language you only half understand.
Slip beneath the sheets, slide toward the plate,
swing beneath the bandstand where the secret

things await. Be glad, or be sad if you want,
but be, and be a part of all that marches past
like a parade, and wade through it or swim in it
or dive in it with your eyes open and your mind
open to wind, rain, long days of sun and longer
nights of city lights mixing on wet streets like paint.

This was playing on the car radio on the way home from picking her up at school. Sunny day, warm breeze, windows rolled down and our dog, Brutus, sticking his head out smiling...

2 comments:

  1. Wow! Does THAT bring back the visceral memories! Happy summer, HoneyHaired, and all the rest of your family.

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  2. Happy Summer! Eyes and minds open.

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Hey, thanks for your thoughts and your time:>)