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Fly Away Home


photo by FlyingintheFace

Fly Away Home
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the moon drifts behind clouds
and shuts off its light.
he waits.

the moon jumps out
then back in,
teasing him like a firefly
floating in the dark.

the road bends.

(dere dit is!) he cheers.
he lights up.
he’s found silver.

(touch) he says (moonah?)
(ooooh reach)
Too High, I Say.

headlamps show only a few feet ahead.
we turn again.

(oh no! moonah!)
It’s OK. I Say.
Tomorrow.

(no, mooonah..)
Rest Now. I Say.

the exit comes
and we change direction
once again.

(moonah! dere dit is! oh, yes!)
(winnow? downah?)

i press the button.
the smooth whirr of the motor
sinks the barrier away.

(mama, yook moonah touch)
he pushes against the restraints
to stick his tiny wing
out to coast on
the summer highway winds.

Ooooh. Mooooonah. Touch.

he has forgotten me
he is flying.

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  • TheMacMommy 13 November 2008, 2:51 am

    Awwww. Looooookeeee. You speak the mother tongue in this. Love it 🙂 Lucian is also fascinated by the moonah. He looks for it every night trying not to confuse it with street lights once in a while.

    • PurpleCar 13 November 2008, 1:51 pm

      Thanks theMM! This was one night, while my husband was driving the long ride home. He was so tired but he wouldn’t sleep. He was about 2.5 when we had the moonah ride. He’ll be 3 soon, and probably pronouncing his moons and stars correctly and I’ll be happy and sad all at the same time. Such is mommy-hood, huh? Thanks for sharing your momminess with me!

  • Annie 2 December 2008, 10:28 pm

    I *love* this poem! It totally captures Lucas, and your relationship with Lucas, so beautifully!

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