By Christine Swanberg
Author and Poet
Know that I’ll soak up your words
like yeast in warm water, but don’t
knead my dry. I’m as dependable
as a Rolex, but I, too, demand time.
Use me like a sieve, but no pebbles,
please. Play with me like a child would
but catch the ball if I throw it back.
Fill me like a vase, but shatter me
and your feet might bleed. Be as honest
as a tree, dropping its leaves gently.
Surprise me but not with distance.
Let me steer when I’m upfront.
I promise that when it’s your turn,
I won’t be a backseat driver.
Published in Who Walks Among the Trees with Charity.
Christine Swanberg is a local author and poet. She received the Lawrence E. Gloyd Community Impact Award at the 2012 Rockford Area Arts Council State of the Arts Awards.
Posted May 7, 2014