Nineteen

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And there was no dance,
no holy place
from which we were absent.
— Sapphic fragment

 

We were there when we were able,
taking you in our hearts’ arms
to step about the square at night
and then to share the lovers’ bed
until the night turned morning. 

We were there, making all the motions,
but not fully present in our heads.
Duty kept its own embrace for us,
and we sat waiting its clarion call
as if awaiting the promised taste of lips. 

We were young, a prime requirement
in the eyes of old men reluctant
to do foul deeds themselves
but not unwilling to call us to arms,
to insist the deeds required doing. 

We were young, too unskilled
and too impoverished to argue the call.
In any case, there was no battle,
no bloodied place on ground or ocean,
from which we were fully absent.

 

 

236 thoughts on “Nineteen”

  1. Rae Cobbs

    This is why Mother’s day and Father’s day feel like child recognition days: we had to do what we did, even though it mostly felt worthwhile at the time. Getting through the night seems like the hardest task of all.

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  2. lenlundh

    Thanks, Rae. It always interests me to learn what readers take away from my work. This was written about being 19, an age for my generation and my oldest grandson’s generation when men who wouldn’t have to fight sent us to do the dirty deed instead.

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