Janusz - A poem by Tamara Lange
Created by TomBeer 10 years ago
Opening the door to the bright
flat in Warsaw, capacious voice booming.
A welcome no one could miss in any
language, his right arm
sailing through the air to sweep us
into the room, as if conducting
a symphony of grasses and mountains.
Embraced first by that smile, then hands
tight on my shoulders, kisses planted
between the words, linking me to another world
that I had no idea was mine to hold.
Heading out the door in Magdalenka, pausing
in the midst of a steady stream of jovial
English for a few words in Polish,
stern, leaving Tom sulking
over homework in three languages
I did not know.
At the beach in Long Island, with funny
rules, protest pointless, and all three teenagers
terribly embarrassed, shuffling off to drag
our toes in the sand.
On the trail, strolling along
then suddenly bursting
forward, hustling us all
to the top, to dinner, to whatever next
excitement lay around the corner.
Soaking in the sun in Cape Cod, reading the paper,
reading and talking and reading again, all the time
swinging his hands through the air, a gesture
nearly as wide
as his smile.
His smile, never just the mouth
breaking wide to laugh, but a deep
well of joy overflowing from his eyes,
like a flash flood
filling the room
no matter where it began.
Occasionally, unexpectedly,
landing on me, a momentary
enfolding so warm it made me
one of the family from the first
moment.