Summer Solstice
The Family Farm: Misunderstandings
My dad is a shadow.
In childhood, I am a shadow too.
If each relationship is one complete life, I assume that as
two shadows my dad and I can be one, complete.
But for us the boundaries never meet,
are alike, but never connect.
Like summer recreation basketball, which I play because he
wants me to, not because I chose.
I practice the game while he watches from the side,
trying to understand my disinterest
with the rules of the game. Our misunderstanding
heightened with each slap of ball on wood.
Basketball requires some version of rhythm and accord,
while the shape of the team has nothing to do with
harmony. What is harmony anyway? Somebody else’s
interpretation of discord? The answer isn’t
as important in the simplicities of farm life.
In the summer, I work in the fields all day
to help my dad. Hard work doesn’t have rules,
just something to be done: filling wagons with rocks,
hay bales stacked tight to prepare for the winter.
But shadows are never simple. They are reflections
in a dark pool: they only tell half the story.
Maybe in the absence of trying so hard to understand
I will know.
Maybe the painter of shadows understands that when
dark outlines meet, the outline becomes more important
than what is in-between the curves.
About the Creator
Jennifer Lorraine - Bloch McGee
*Imagination is the plaything of fairies. Without imagination we are doomed*
My heart and soul goes into my writing. If I don't bleed a little, I haven't done it right.
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