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The Belly of the Sky: Kids Make You Do the Darndest Things
January 23, 2013

I've written before about how being a mom makes you interested in things you never thought you do or say or care about. But this week in parenting elevated that to a whole new level. A RHYMING level.

Like many writers-to-be, I had my adolescent spate with poetry in high school (that's not my entire oeuvre, it's just the only sample that didn't make me want to crawl right under the couch when I reread it), and ever since then I tend to steer clear of it. In fact, during Richard Blanco's reading at the 2013 Presidential Inauguration, I Tweeted, "Poetry makes me snarky." Because it does. It's not that I don't understand and/or appreciate poetry -- I mean, I have favorite poems -- but I don't get all soulful and earnest and starry-eyed about it. In fact, before becoming a mom there wasn't much that got me soulful and earnest and starry-eyed.

Yesterday, on the way home from school my three-year-old pointed out clouds he saw "in the belly of the sky." Let me tell you, I almost stopped the car and had a breakdown at the sheer beauty and originality of his words, because, I mean, whatever, he's only going to be the next poet laureate IS ALL!

"The belly of the sky." I kept turning the phrase over and over in my mind. While he had moved on to building the world's longest train layout and bugging me about watching TV, I was still tasting "the belly of the sky." I had to do something with it.

So I did.

At the spin of a day, we surge out
just Henry and I
"Mama, look at the clouds"
"In the belly of the sky!"

Side by side on a bench, we watched for his trains
just Henry and I
with whistles that blew through
the belly of the sky

Heavy lead high above, we biked in the rain
just Henry and I
Seven colors that girdled
the belly of the sky

With toes squinched in sand, we tap-danced the beach
just Henry and I
teasing water ebbs back
the belly of the sky

In gathering dusk, we sat on cold steps
seeking fires that pricked
the belly of the sky.

Tucked into bed, we're enclosed by the night
just Henry and I
I palmed his chunked cheeks
I smiled in his eyes
finding his color blue
in the belly of the sky

So one day, one of the most solemn and reverent moments of our nation has me bagging on poetry, and the next day I'm WRITING the damn stuff. All because of being a mom.

(Did I mention that after I finished the last line I cried? Yeah, that happened, too.)

Photo by Jennifer Maiser, 2011

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