Yes yes. National Poetry Month is flying by, and I'm too distracted with spring to celebrate. Ironic, hmm? Something more in depth soon but for now, here's a sweet little poem from the great Sherman Alexie, who hails from my homeland of eastern Washington. I snagged this via the Seattle Times.
"How to Create an Agnostic"
Singing with my son, I clapped my hands
Just as lightning struck.
It was dumb luck,
But my son, in awe, thought
That I'd created the electricity.
He asked, "Dad, how'd you do that?"
Before I could answer, thunder shook the house
And set off neighborhood car alarms.
I thought that my son, always in love with me,
Might fall to his knees with adoration.
"Dad," he said. "Can you burn
down that tree outside my window?
The one that looks like a giant owl?"
O, my little disciple, my one-boy choir,
I can't do that because your father,
Your half-assed messiah, is afraid of fire.
— Sherman Alexie