14
January
2009
January
2009
First Corinthians Thirteen: Eleven
FIRST CORINTHIANS THIRTEEN: ELEVEN
When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.
Space
Over the crackle grass,
echoes of childhood settle,
creep to the base of the Sugar Maple,
where I shimmy up
where my brother lifts Fred,
our white cat,
into my waiting hands.
We are testing Newton’s law,
the adage of a cat,
the principle of always.
Space
I consider revisiting this
calling up my brother to say
“I have a ladder,
the tree still stands
and I just bought a cat.”
Space
However,
knowing this test would trigger
neighbor alarms alerting the League,
I settle, quiet the urges,
and take solace in recollection.
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