Yesterday we hung the wind chime we got as a wedding present–Pachelbel’s Cannon in D trapped
inside a cardboard box For decades it stared at me from the top shelf of my garage,
pleadingI looked away,the bigger problem too messy,impossible to unravelOur lives had gotten too busy for
wind chimes–listening to themor stringing them up
Someday had been pushed back another decade
Plastic sleds and crusty gallons of paint nestled against the white box with faded letteringwelcoming it to the family of long-forgottens
But then one daymy son, years beyondthe thrill of a hammer and a nailfound a large swath of time in quarantine
He dug out the blue binfull of wood scraps and inside discovered an old door-jambperfect for making the limb of a cross bow
As he slid the bin of wood off the shelfhe spotted a box,opened it to reveal glittering pipes
Mom, look!Who knew we were a family with a wind chime?
With a single motionI freed the tangle of strings,the clapper unleashing its song
My husband screwed a hook into the soffit above our porchand we hung our wedding chimes.It took us only five minutes and twenty-two years
Lisa Reisig Ferrazzano, Ph.D., is a linguist, Italian instructor, and writer. Her work has appeared in MAW, Literary Mama, Motherwell, Her View from Home, and the Cap Times.
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June 29, 2020 at 3:53 pm
This hit me straight in the heart – beautiful. I too have tasks that have taken five minutes and several decades to accomplish. When finally done, they always leave me a little sad for the time I missed, but grateful for the (hopefully) years of enjoyment left to come. This poem was a treat for all of my senses.
July 1, 2020 at 5:24 pm
Thank you for your kind words, Kathy. I am humbled that my poem resonated with you!
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