IOWA SENIOR POET LAUREATE
Edna Carpenter Booker

TOUCHING THE SKY


My son, now I know
why you rush through
April showers and jump
into puddles, defying
all parental scolding.

I hear you squeal
when your shoes spout
water like Old Faithful.
I sense your excitement
when it drips
from the pockets
of your Sunday suit.

Enchanted, you kiss
the droplets rinsing
your impish face,
pasting blond curls
against your forehead.

I see you clap
when a one o'clock sun
bends its rays, slicing
the rain. My ear catches
your laughter when thunder
heads drift across the sky...
painting a rainbow.

Clenching a dandelion
between your teeth,
you flash a smile, tapping
my childhood memories.

Then, you glance down
into the mirror puddles
and suddenly you are still.
Your wish is looking back
at you. You see yourself...
touching the sky.

Edna Carpenter Booker
Iowa City, Iowa




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EDNA CARPENTER BOOKER, 88, Iowa City, sent her entries in two packets, necessitated when her computer quit as she was preparing her submissions. Alas, although we got her entries, her biographical sketch telling us about her vanished. Might she be a retired teacher? Edna's zodiac sign is Sagittarius.