Still Standing’s Poetry Sunday: How I Remember You by Julie Forman

I stopped to watch the caged birds.
They flitted and stretched in flashes
of yellowbluebrownredgreen.
The crowd of them was a storm of swirling molecules.
But, up close,
each could be identified by the smallest details.
One particular canary had a cowlicked tuft of wing
that fanned up like a showgirl’s plumage.
The finches cracked at their food pellets like clockwork.

Yes, clockwork.

They were all too small and too quick to be anything
but mechanical. Each calculated tick of the head
seemed to be ordered by the turn of a cog.
This is how we regard those things that are too wonderful
to be true. We marvel at them,
the way we marvel at the expertly crafted innards of a watch or car engine.
This is also how I saw you.
Every blink and twitch filled me with amazement.
The finches remind me of this.
Like you, they are not machines,
just perfect.


Bio:  Julie Forman was born and raised in Orlando, Florida. She is a wife and mom to one beautiful daughter, Ava Sylvia, who was born on Nov. 4, 2012. Diagnosed with Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia (CDH) at 23 weeks gestation, Ava was later diagnosed with Fryn’s Syndrome, a genetic disorder that took her life after four days in the NICU. Her name means “little bird.”

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