The exercise:
Go for a walk around your block. Pick one object, person, house or animal and tell its story.
Mine:
In a neighbor's front yard a caged trampoline stands quiet watch, waiting for its moment to perform. Bouncing blackness with yellow trim, ten cloud-white poles erupting skyward to support black netting, it is imposing to behold.
Whenever I look at it I think of cage fighters circling cautiously, professional wrestlers strutting and flexing, of bodies thrown mercilessly against the sides of the structure.
This contraption does not play host to such violence though, no not at all. The only combatants to climb inside do so hand in hand, three little girls with hair as wild and free as their spirits.
They jump and laugh and sing, screaming their cares to the wind. And the trampoline bears their weight without complaint, perhaps even with joy. For he will spend his life providing a little happiness to this world and he knows that not all structures of nylon, netting, springs and steel are so fortunate.
1 comment:
ooohhh I like this one a lot! It's evocative!
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