an opinion but I am stuck.? She climbed toward the sky
when we did windows,
while I stood by, her helper,
doing the humdrum groundwork,
carrying her sloppy buckets
back and forth to the spigot,
hosing the glasses down
under the supervision
up there on a ladder
she had forbidden me.
I wanted to mount that ladder,
rung by rung, look down
into the gaping mouths of buckets,
the part in her greying hair.
I wanted to rise, polishing into each pane
another section of the sky.
Then give a kick, unbuckling
her hands clasped about my ankles,
and sail up, beyond her reach,
her house, her yard, her mothering.
when we did windows,
while I stood by, her helper,
doing the humdrum groundwork,
carrying her sloppy buckets
back and forth to the spigot,
hosing the glasses down
under the supervision
up there on a ladder
she had forbidden me.
I wanted to mount that ladder,
rung by rung, look down
into the gaping mouths of buckets,
the part in her greying hair.
I wanted to rise, polishing into each pane
another section of the sky.
Then give a kick, unbuckling
her hands clasped about my ankles,
and sail up, beyond her reach,
her house, her yard, her mothering.