A small boy disappears in the woods.
Surely the poet’s not responsible –
the boy in this poem isn’t even real.
Surely a poet’s not responsible
if the boy’s never seen alive again.
Think of it as metaphor
if he’s never seen again, alive.
It happens every day in the world.
Maybe a blue jay flew by –
it happens every day in the world,
and a child doesn’t come home.
Lost boys vanish among trees,
and this child didn’t come home –
the one wearing a blue T-shirt.
How can a poem ever make it right?
If he was wearing a blue T-shirt,
think of it as metaphor:
lost boys vanish among trees
and no poem can ever make it right.
Maybe a blue jay flew by, blue
as this poem without a living boy.
Taylor Graham is a volunteer search-and-rescue dog handler in the Sierra Nevada. In addition to Eunoia Review, she’s included in the anthologies Villanelles (Everyman’s Library, 2012) and California Poetry: From the Gold Rush to the Present (Santa Clara University, 2004). Her latest book is What the Wind Says (Lummox Press, 2013), poems about living and working with her canine search partners over the past 40 years.