When moving through small, tight places
one never knows what may be just on the other side…
Through the Hobbit Hole
Seized
I am a well-oiled
working
machine
daily yoga tune-ups
deep inhalations
stretching me
to reach
beyond
be flexible
but somewhere I seized
not like
carpe diem
though the day
the present
became painfully clear
back locked up
muscle jammed
into some
raised knot
gripping
breath
and movement
I’m too young
to be laid up
grunting
when I bend down
uttering words like
‘my back just seized up on me’
loved ones offer wisdom
‘just breathe into it’
hands moving circles over soreness
‘you’re gripping there, let go’
I don’t know exactly what it is I’m holding on to
why I captured myself in this seizure
ears hear ‘let go’
and my back wants to know how
somewhere there is a river
an infinite current
coursing more than just my spine
where we float
(or thrash, or dive, or swim – you decide)
maybe in my try
to be flexible
I forgot to drift
so I’m going to bob
here
in the ripples
slowly spin
within the eddies
let the river move me
be seized
overtaken
by all things greater than
me
Spellbound
hard
showing
reading
early
amphibian
These are just some of the spelling words Jeb has to learn this week. Test is today and last night we were studying.
It’s become a family affair.
Not having been taught English in school, the Bohemian has learned the language solely by listening. This leaves a little room to brush up on his spelling and he’s taking advantage of Jeb’s second grade weekly list of words.
There they are. Jeb and the Bohemian, their blank pages numbered one to fifteen, pencils poised.
“We’re ready,” the Bohemian says with that slightly rolling ‘r’ of his.
Tonight’s prize is a special dessert to the one who gets the most right.
And when it comes time to correct their work, it’s all stars on the right ones and a little furrowed brow and shake of the head from the Bohemian on the wrong ones.
Afraid he may miss a sweet treat, Jeb tries to finagle out of misspellings.
“I just forgot that ‘n’ there, but I meant to put it in – can that one count, Mom?”
Words that give trouble: since, species and amphibian (though, for the record, Jeb gets ‘species’ right and a short dance with triumphant hands in the air ensues).
In the end, we don’t even tally who got the most right. We know there is the Bohemian’s left over birthday cake and everyone’s going to get a slice.
Homework with Jeb has been a downer all year. I honestly don’t know who dislikes it more, him or me.
But I can chalk another one up for the Bohemian, in the countless ways he makes the unpleasant, pain-free. Thank God my fiancé’s at the second-grade spelling level.
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