Catch and Release (a poem about letting go and learning
I wrote this poem after my family and I first moved to North Carolina from Colorado. At the time, we were living up in the mountains outside of a beautiful little town called Lake Lure. We had no friends or family in the area and due to our isolation, most of our days were spent wandering around the wilderness and playing silly little games to keep ourselves entertained. My partner was also working full time on a horse farm and since I hadn't yet found employment, I was in full time daddy mode-which meant practicing patience and opening up to the flow of my two year old daughter. I learned a great deal about myself as well as my role as a father during that period and this poem is a testament to those lessons.
A thick and nourishing mist clings like a scarf along the ridge line The air is rich with the smell of Decembers natural decay The lake, our home now, reflects the mood of the season Silent and restful, yet swollen with possibility I count my many blessings as we walk along empty trails She is two now Full of curiosity and desire and a fire that could shape glass. Her stubbornness is a lesson that I will forever be learning I smile at the thought of my mounting frustration Wet pants are a small price to pay for the sound of her laughter The puddles hold her eyes like daddy clings to her wandering fingers Adults are just a container, trying to hold on to an experience The child is an ecstatic splash that sends ripples through attachment The lessons we receive are just as important as those we give The practice of parenting involves catch and release