October 26, 2007

First Lesson

I never tire of reading this piece, which a good friend shared with me way back in high school.

I thought you might like it, too.

Lie back, daughter, let your head
be tipped back in the cup of my hand.
Gently, and I will hold you.
Spread your arms wide, lie out on a stream
and look high at the gulls.
A dead man's float is face down.
You will dive and swim soon enough
where this tide water ebbs to sea.
Daughter, believe me,
when you tire on the long trash
to your island, lie up and survive.
As you float now, where I held you
and let go, remember when fear
cramps your heart what I told you:
Lie gently wide to the light year stars,
lie back, and the sea will hold you.