It's the middle of National Poetry Month, time to pause for a lesson. Believe it or not, my grandson is nearly three months old. He's a good teacher, and I should not keep his lessons to myself.
How to read a poem
Take him in your lap.Look deep into his dark eyes.Watch his arms while theyloop orbits in spacefor no apparent purpose.Let him ride his invisiblebicycle somewhere far—pumping,pumping, pumping tiny legs,making your thighs tremble.See how still his eyes remain.Fossick the meaning in his fistswhere unknown wordsare hidden and twirled.(Don’t worry about the meaningof those incomprehensible words now.You can look for them later, together.)He is telling you somethingof where he has so recently been,where you are desperatelytrying to go in your perfectlysilent and heavy red chair.He is showing you every truthhe has ever knownin a very small package.When at last he smilesin the otherwise motionlessresidue following the flailings of his body,you will understand what he means.