For Mother’s Day, I want the will power to become undistracted.
That moment when I realize that my son has been talking to me for who knows how long and I
My consciousness is caught,
in a little silver box
that pulls my fingers in a mindless dance across its smooth, reflective surface,
and with each touch removes my mind from interaction.
the question he has asked may be…inane…repetitive
the answer has not changed
since the one-hundred-forty-seventh time
I tried to explain why
Prince Hans had tried to kill Queen Elsa with his sword.
is the competition for my mind so much more stimulating?
My Face Book scroll of dinner plates prepared by Trader Joes,
or Buzzfeed quizzes – what is my inner animal?
or snarky memes – from either side – that grossly over-simplify opponents’ position and intelligence.
And so I try
put down the phone
Until, insistent, beckoning vibration
my fingers twitch
my mind leaps
like Pavlov’s dogs,
salivating for DISTRACTION.
it started off in longing for CONNECTION.
escape from the cocoon of total motherhood
separated by an ocean from all family and friends
and by a barrier – of both language and culture – from those I saw in daily life.
It used to be a tool to DECREASE isolation.
A roadside sign flashes in bright rebuke:
PUT DOWN THE PHONE!
And though my silicon companion sits in placid innocence,
tucked in the nearby cup holder
not in this instant exercising its magnetic pull,
the force is only dormant
’til it pulls attention into slave’s submission.
And I know
the sign applies to more
than just the car-bound portion of my time.
my precious, sought-for attention
Is being guided by a DISTRACTED DRIVER
like a texting teen
I am in danger
May 14, 2014 at 9:42 pm
This is so very, very beautiful. You’ve packed a book’s worth of wisdom in this one small piece. Bravo!
May 15, 2014 at 2:21 am
Oh thank you so much! I wish I didn’t have the experience to teach me this lesson, but it is a kind of consolation to know the words can speak to others. At least today’s poem on parenting is a comment on the flip side of real engagement 🙂
May 17, 2014 at 12:56 pm
After I met you at the sewing class, I had a feeling you were a deep person…
This poem is so poignant and written beautifully…
May I share?
I also would love to read it during my workshop (with your permission and of course I will give you proper credit) Stress and Children: simplify your life, gain balance and peace…It fits to perfectly with my message…
I alway loved poetry…I love the brevity, the musicality and the “squeezed” wisdom in them…
May 17, 2014 at 1:01 pm
Anna- thank you for those kind words. Of course you may share the poem. I write for the joy of it, and because I hope others will be touched by my words as well. I am honored that you would want to include it in your course. I hope your students find it meaningful.