Bounded

Bounded

 

Boundaries creep up.

Unexpected walls grow in rooms.

Moving through the house requires

walking a twisting labyrinth.

Every foot fall necessitates careful planning.

 

Underfoot a future dog bounces

through the rooms.  He’s unconcerned

by moving walls and sudden twists and turns

and unconcerned that he is in his own

self-important way a boundary.

 

Planning the future gives you a sense

of control.  But life has a way of taking

over.  Kids move back in with way more stuff

than they took away as unconcerned as the

puppy they agree to adopt.

 

We stuff, we sort, we box up what

can not be put away.  Watch the walls

go up all cardboard and plastic.  What

does not grow up grows out, spreads

in random profusion until we

 

don’t know which wall we own,

which new table we created.

Was it our pile of paper that blew

away in the wind from the open door

so puppy can go outside?

 

We are bounded on all sides

by twenty something’s, a

grey bouncing fluff ball and our own

growing pile of conjugated property.

And yet we are bounded by joy.

 

January 2014

Koda Eyes

 

 

 

 

About Winding Stream Press

Janice DeRuiter Eskridge, M.F.A. is a poet who worked for over a decade as a poet-teacher for California Poets in the Schools. Helen Shoemaker, Ph.D. L.M.F.T. is a university professor who teaches in the areas of child development and counseling. She is also a therapist in private practice.
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2 Responses to Bounded

  1. To be bounded by love and joy is truly a gift. As the parent of 2 teens, 2 border collies, a cat, and the owner of copious stacks of papers this poem resonates.

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