Poetry Month – April 20 – On the Altar

LITTLE BEASTS

Look
Look
Look
What I made
A bear
A crocodile
A dog
A platypus
A it-doesn’t-matter
Her small fingers
Shaped and
Pinched and
Molded and
Added
Legs and tails and body and
Wait
Wait
Wait
I have to add
The eyes and nose and mouth and whiskers
So it can roar or growl or quack or purr
Like me.
Wouldn’t that be so cool?

As I dig further into my altar box, more and more treasures surface from my daughter. One could say she altered my altar. My reverence for life shifted. Suddenly a heart was outside my body. No wonder park rangers warn people to stay away from bear cubs. I felt ferocity because I was woundable. And yes, joy. Such deep joy. For my little beast.