Opening Scene from The Accidental Tourist, Reseen With 20/20 Vision
Our son is dead. Just say it.
We’re not Hemingways.
Why beat around the mountain
when we can drive over it at 10 and 2?
Those hills are just hills,
a bitch to climb up but safe when seen
through your plastic lenses
and the rain-trailed window.
Also, I never loved you. Okay, maybe
that time you brought me your newest
guidebook and maybe that time you drive
me through the rain and hit the brake at just
the right moment. I never even saw that
motorcycle. But maybe that was just
pride and delayed grief. I don’t know what love is.
What it’s not is a girl walking her dog
in the sunshine by the side of the road.
That’s just being blinded by the moment.
Okay, maybe I loved you a little.
Why couldn’t you have just pulled over
at the beginning of the book?
NOTES: This just came, quick, from the 20/20 vision postcard on the Postsecret page. Have no idea at all why that made me think of the book — I’ve never written a poem based on a novel before, so this was fun.
Read today’s prompt (as well as the inspiration beyond poem-a-day) over at Not Without Poetry. My goal is to write a poem each day in less than 20 minutes, and without additional revision beyond the writing experience.