I've known you all my life--
Rumpelstiltzkin too, so what?
I've read the proverbs, tales,
miracles;
Death to life, masses of manna,
son sacrifices, straw into gold,
Why not? and calmed seas.
And there is still all this wine,
and I want water.
Villagers, messengers,
and prophets seek your name,
want to watch you dance
'round the flames,
sing the agenda of tomorrow;
know which child you'll take.
I sit on the shore and listen
to the conch simulate the ocean,
swear it is the echo of Jonah
screaming to be free.
If my son returns
I will name him "Jonah".
Ask what he learned
from the "big fish".
I will read him Rumpelstiltzkin,
and I will no longer
be torn in two.
©2000 Peggy Putnam Owen
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