Winning the Log Game


You balanced so easily that last day

Playing the log game

Without saying a word

While I took photos for the

Remembrance of all the times

You invented rules for us

To keep our balance the length

Of a tree and another and another


When you said in your insistent manner

And small child's voice

That I was to hold your hand

But wasn't to step on the sand

But you could whenever you had to 

If it was only one foot at a time

As we kept our balance the length

Of a beach and another and another


And you said in your confident manner

And doubtless voice 

That I was to lift you across

When the gap where one tree ends

And another doesn't start

Was too long for you to reach

But I could reach across for you

By stretching, standing 

On one leg, one log

As we kept our balance the length

Of a day and another and another


While you said in your assured manner

And growing voice

That I was to watch and follow you

Now and copy every move in your

Choreography or it would be 

As if I had stepped onto the 

Forbidden sand and the whole point

Was to see if you could dislodge, undo me

As we kept our balance the length

Of a year and another and another


Until we reached as far west as time 

Would take us to that last long beach

With all the logs in the world piled to the trees

When you said in your detached manner 

And silent voice 

That you would do this alone, 

Feigning indifference equally towards 

My photos and our memories 

As we found our balance the length

Of a life and another and another~~.

 © Philip Knight 2018