i thought i’d be a hero by now

i thought i’d be a hero by now
on a windy hill
and smiling kindly
on those who come
to seek my wisdom
or just to gaze up

i thought women
would be standing in line
just for the chance
of a few words
some flushed and tongue-
tied, others
wearing wicked
smiles and slipping
me invitations
in my tenderness
i forgive

strange how stunned
i am
that no parades
are yet held in my honor
nor national holidays
declared on the mornings
i don’t feel so hot

i thought i’d be a hero
by now—my works
so jarring, so
deep, while i yet
remain humble
and in love
with all struggling creatures—
sparrows and homeless men
and dogs
left in rooms alone
for years


About nosuchthingasastraightline

I grew up in tiny Lyme, New Hampshire, where I drew, roamed the surrounding woods, and first entertained the idea of God while listening to my mom's Beatles records. I studied biology at Harvard University where I wrote for The Harvard Lampoon and also began writing poetry. I have since made a living variously as a comedy screenwriter, teacher, and private tutor in math, science and writing. I’ve released three CDs of original music as the singer-songwriter and guitar player for Crooked Roads (listen to latest tracks here: https://soundcloud.com/crooked-roads). My poetry writing has been inspired by Rumi, Billy Collins, William Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, Antonio Machado, Federico Garcia Lorca, and others. My two books of poetry, "The Morning I Married the Sky," and “Free this Morning” are both available on Amazon.
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2 Responses to i thought i’d be a hero by now

  1. Barb says:

    You speak for all of us, eloquently!
    Love you, mom

  2. Thank you! That’s wonderful to hear.

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