My brother Scott Cervine and I are collaborating on blending poetry and film in his Cinematic Poetry at MOVIES FROM THE HEART website: http://www.moviesfromtheheart.com/
Go to the Screening Room and click on What's New (Screening Room 3) to see a short film of my poem Conversations With My Son (allow 1-2 minutes to load)
Conversations With My Son
He is eight, builds his cardboard box house
in the backyard with scissors and tape
stuck in his work-belt like uncle Steven.
A quiet happiness descends on us
as I watch in the mid-morning light,
not talking much, like two old men
familiar, puttering, the occasional story.
He begins with the one from Declan,
kid scientist at school, how some folks
in Australia bathe in the mud with their pigs
to protect their skin from burn,
how there's a hole in the sky that's growing,
and what's the strongest kind of sunscreen?
I tell him stories from when I was young,
the way things go wrong, how you survive:
finding a bullet on the road with aunt Opal,
the rock throwing that ended with blood,
the time uncle Steven slipped from the rope
swinging over the dry riverbed and I thought
he was dead. After the last story, and the house
he is building has taken a fine, firm shape,
he says Some kids love their moms more than their dads,
and I catch my breath, wait to exhale slow.
It is a common story: sons longing to be seen,
disappointed. But when it comes,
the I love you as much as mom, I am undone.
Without another word, we walk indoors
hand in hand for lunch, as though
this life together were the best
story of all.