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Things Change

A quote from "90 North" by Randall Jarrell:
"I see at last that all the knowledge
I wrung from darkness -- that the darkness flung me --
is worthless as ignorance:  nothing comes from nothing,
The darkness from the darkness.  Pain comes from the darkness.
And we call it wisdom.  It is pain."

The first bike I ever owned -- 
when I was ten or eleven --
was a Christmas gift
from a friend.  He was receiving a new one
and I was gifted with his old bike. 
He had cleaned it up and brush painted it 
with a nice coat of red paint.
It was the only gift I got that year,
one of my only gifts as a child.
I loved that bike:
it freed me to pedal around so
I could accompany my friend 
as we rode anywhere in our tiny,
sandy, two-paved-road fishing town. 
Before the bike, I ran alongside him.
I was quite accustomed to running everywhere,
especially in summer, barefoot, usually shirtless.   
Most years from first grade 
until we were about twelve, 
we spent our time together,
at his house or in imaginary jungles
or on wild, indian-infested wagon train trails.
We defended those trails from apaches
intent on taking our scalps. 
Sometimes, on pirate ships, we manned canons
or forced reluctant traitors and mutineers
to walk the plank for failures and misdeeds. 
We were never bored, usually outdoors.
On jungle safaris we were frequently attacked
by ferocious lions and tigers and 
often captured by cannibal head-hunters
who put us into large pots to cook us
while dancing all around and brandishing
their spears.  They sang or chanted
amazing, invented language repetitive
verses overloaded with frequent "ughs'
and tongue-twisting nonsense phrases.
His mother served us gallons of Kool Aid,
gave us snacks we ate with relish.
With a child’s trusting nature,
I hoped this could never end –  
I felt secure in friendship and
apparent acceptance by 
my friend’s parents. Of course,
things did change.

But..........I did not.
Not for a long, long time.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Volumes Avatar
January 28, 2023 at 4:16 PM
Leo l read this with delight, then realized you had also recorded it, so l listened. Absolutely beautiful. lts the first l have read of your poems. l am now excited to read more. Thank you so much.
Krutsinger Avatar
November 1, 2021 at 11:46 PM
This has gone into my FAVE list. I love everything about it. "we were frequently attacked by ferocious lions and tigers and often captured by cannibal head-hunters who put us into large pots to cook us while dancing all around and brandishing their spears." and especially this part.
Hicks Avatar
March 30, 2021 at 3:49 AM
I think this is my favorite poem by yours so far. It’s just so rich with detail and nostalgia for the good ole days. It actually kind of reminds me of a great book I read awhile back called Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury. All about summer and childhood and trying desperately to stay frozen in that point of life. I think I’ll add this one to my favorites list for further contemplation.
Toney Avatar
August 14, 2020 at 7:34 AM
Love it, Leo! You’ve resurrected similar memories from my childhood, so much so that I have to Fav it for ready reference :) ~Mark
Horne Avatar
September 16, 2018 at 12:55 PM
love this deep nostalgic write
Sands Avatar
September 1, 2018 at 3:25 PM
A well written journey through childhood. Very nice :)
Rigoler Avatar
August 23, 2018 at 9:39 PM
I'm not a person who looks back on his childhood or the way things were, but I can identify many aspects of your poem, Leo. Many thanks for stopping by to read my work. Best to you always. / M
Manassian Avatar
June 28, 2018 at 9:41 PM
A beautiful story. That ending really got to me. Sad... when things that are vital to happiness change. Great poem start to finish. I enjoyed the trip into a carefree childhood. Thanks for your visit to my poem.
Callus Avatar
May 19, 2018 at 9:50 AM
Your narrative and recollection of childhood experiences are excellent, Leo. My childhood was similar to yours, except that mine was centred mostly around my grandfather's farm and windmill. Regards // paul
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