06 dec 2003
DANCE OF SMALL PARTS
by Angela
Allyn
This is the dance of the small parts
The bits o Lego and play
Mo
Bil, which litter
My
Life.
I chase through the tiny details in plastic
and fabric
The accessories
Of American Girl
Of Barbie
High stepping down hallways
Avoiding
Arch shredding sharp
Edges.
Doing the Small Parts Dance.
All these parts arrive in our lives attractively
arrayed,
Cloaked in shrink wrap, twist tied to a
board--pinned down
Enticingly together.
But children know the Truth:
The Universe inevitably moves towards
Chaos
And as catalysts of our future
The bits and parts must go to the furthest
corners
FREE
All the parts
Shrapnel
There they go
High heels under the fridge
Itsy armory down the heating vents
Bitty rubber Hot Wheel tires inside the
piano....
We sweep, we sort, we organize
Dance our dance
And the small parts waltz out of our control
Frenetically boogie across our known universe.
This is the dance of all the small parts,
The parts that, if we lose them,
Things will not work anymore.
Angela Allyn is a freelance writer
and poet and mom who lives in
Evanston, Illinois. |
