CREECH, Sharon (S.C. RIGG)
































The Wanderer

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The sea, the sea, the sea. It rolled and rolled and called to me. Come in, it said, come in. And in I went, floating, rolling, splashing, swimming, and the sea called, Come out, come out, and further I went but it always swept me back to shore.

Sometimes people need their own secrets.

…..
Out here, there isn't day and night and then a new day. Instead, there are degrees of light and dark, merging and changing. It's like one long stream of time unfolding in front of you, all around you. There isn't really a yesterday or a day before, which is weird, because then what is tomorrow? And what is last week or last year? And if there is no yesterday or last year—or ten years ago—then it must be all now, one huge big present thing.

…..
It's not where you're going that's important—it's how you get there.

…..


September 14

More poetry?

You probably think

we will remember

what we learned

last year, right?

What if we don't remember?

What if our brains shrunk?

What if it's too hard?

But I am glad

you are my teacher

again.

I hope you will

keep moving up

a grade

every year

along with me.

You understand

my

brain.


From Fried Chicken

And what did I think

when I was small

and why did I forget?

And what else will I forget

when I grow older?

And if you forget

is it as if

it never happened?

Will none of the things

you saw or thought or dreamed

matter?


Chasing Redbird

…..
Man needs bread and hyacinths:

one to feed the body,

and one to feed the soul.

…..


February 21

That was so great

those poems you showed us

where the words

make the shape

of the thing

that the poem

is about--

like the one about the apple

that was shaped like an apple

and the one about the house

that was shaped like a house.

My brain was pop-pop-popping

when I was looking at those poems.

I never knew a poet person

could do that funny

kind of thing.


Dog

My dog

is the best dog

in the whole wide world.He can run

faster than anyone

and leap

higher than anyone

and when he looks at me

with those big brown eyes

I know

he loves me

and I love him

more than anything.I wish

he could live

forever.


Footfalls

Thump-thump, thump-thump

bare feet hitting the grass

as I run run run

in the air and like the air

weaving through the trees

skimming over the ground

touching down

thump-thump, thump-thump

here and there

there and here

in the soft damp grass

thump-thump, thump-thump

knowing I could fly fly fly

but letting my feet

thump-thump, thump-thump

touch the earth

at least for now. . .


The Apple