Josh Simmons<p>"Runaway Child by Ada Limón</p>
<p>The ocean was two things once,
in two places, north it was the high</p>
<p>icy waves of Bodega Bay, Dillon, and Limantour,
and south it was the blue ease</p>
<p>of Oceanside and Encinitas, umbrellas
in a sleepy breeze.</p>
<p>It took me years to realize those two blues
were the same ocean.</p>
<p>I thought they must be separate. Must
be cleaved in the center by a fault line.</p>
<p>On a call just now with my grandmother
she mentions how all the flowers</p>
<p>I've sent are from my garden, so I let her
believe it. Sweet lies of the mind.</p>
<p>She says she's surprised
I like to grow things, didn't think</p>
<p>I was that kind of girl, she always thought I was
<em>a runaway child.</em></p>
<p>She flicks her hand away, to show me
her hand becoming a bird, swerving</p>
<p>until it is a white gull in the wind. She repeats:
<em>a runaway child.</em></p>
<p>Mercy is not frozen in time, but flits
about frantically, unsure where to land.</p>
<p>As children, they'd bring us to the ocean,
divorce distraction and summer,</p>
<p>we'd drift with the tide southward until
we'd almost lose sight of them,</p>
<p>waving dramatically for our return,
shouting until we came back to the shore.</p>
<p>Once, when she was watching us,
I tried to run away, four or five years old,</p>
<p>and when I got to the end of the driveway,
she didn't try to stop me. Even shut the door.</p>
<p>And so I came back. She knew what it was
to be unloved, abandoned by her mother,</p>
<p>riding her bike by her father's house
with his other children, late afternoons,</p>
<p>before her grandmother would call
her home for supper. Some days, I think</p>
<p>she would have let me leave, some days
I think of her shaking on the shore.</p>
<p>Now, she thinks all the flowers I've sent
are from my garden. Grown</p>
<p>from seeds and tended. She gets a kick
out of it, this runaway child</p>
<p>so overly loved, she could dare to drift
away from it all."</p> <p>— Ada Limon: <a href="https://books.josh.tel/book/3683" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank"><i>Hurting Kind</i></a>, pp. 68-70</p><p><a href="https://books.josh.tel/hashtag/47" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#AdaLimón</a> <a href="https://books.josh.tel/hashtag/45" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#LatinePoetry</a> <a href="https://books.josh.tel/hashtag/53" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#California</a> <a href="https://books.josh.tel/hashtag/54" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#SonomaCounty</a> <a href="https://books.josh.tel/hashtag/46" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#PoetLaureate</a> <a href="https://books.josh.tel/hashtag/2" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#TodaysPoem</a> <a href="https://books.josh.tel/hashtag/1" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#Poetry</a> <a href="https://books.josh.tel/hashtag/6" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#BookWyrm</a></p>