ON THE WALL OF CHILDREN’S DRAWINGS [revision #7]
One outlined umbrella spreads
over several rooted mushrooms
plump, chins up. I imagine snails
napping under the mushrooms,
and yellow earth even softer
cupping those bellies. Peace:
the theme of all these drawings —
thousands of hand-sized pictures,
a thousand names in sheltered script.
Today it rains, off and on and off.
Kids from far-flung regions and nations
skip by in waterproof slickers,
splashing through puddles. “Young”
I can’t say to them in Mandarin
nor Cantonese. I can’t squeal “fun.”
by Therese L. Broderick
NOTE: I intend for this poem to be, primarily, a system of sound: the sound of my speaking voice when its first loyalty is to the sounds of words. This poem is based upon my recent trip to China. The wall of children’s pictures is located in the zoo in Beijing. The delightful picture mentioned in this poem really exists: an umbrella above some mushrooms. This poem was started in a workshop led by BM and sponsored by the local Rootdrinker Institute.