3.3 – For Althea on Her Birthday, A Recipe

[moment of birth; crowning (multiple senses)]  
 

one monkey is born
with no mouth

[description of the moment I first held you and everything changed]  
 

one monkey falls in love with the heft of the club and swings and swings again and can’t stop swinging

[anecdote illustrating your preternatural wisdom]  
 

one monkey discovers that constantly walking in tiny circles brings pellets more consistently than prayer

[metaphor; life is a journey/onion/meal]  
 

one monkey returns each night to sleep one turn away from the center of the maze

[parable; old man tells story; life is fleeting; etc]  
 

One monkey understands with his monkey mind that there’s a cage containing his own and it is somehow the smaller

[closure making the poem all about me that sounds like it's all about you]  
 

one monkey grins all the time… not from happiness or sadness exactly but because she’s a monkey and that’s what monkeys do

[pad 3.3 – 6/18/09]

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One Response to 3.3 – For Althea on Her Birthday, A Recipe

  1. Jared Stein says:

    Happy (belated) fathers day.

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