Life Is a Banjo by Paul Hostovsky
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Life Is a Banjo
Just ask the banjo players
and they’ll tell you
they didn’t choose the banjo
so much as the banjo
chose them--and now
they carry it around with them,
this conjoined twin
whose big round head,
pale skin, funny-looking
fifth tuning peg like a misplaced
thumb halfway up a forearm,
is part of them. Like
the body you didn’t choose.
Like the life you didn’t choose either.
Nobody gets to choose.
But you pick it up, you
dust it off, you put your
arms around it and you try
to love it. And you try to make it
sing. You get yourself
some fingerpicks and you
pick that damn thing like
the life you didn’t pick
depended on it.
© Paul Hostovsky
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Paul Hostovsky Paul Hostovsky’s poems and essays appear widely online and in print. He has won a Pushcart Prize, two Best of the Net Awards, and has been featured on Poetry Daily, Verse Daily, and The Writer’s Almanac. He makes his living in Boston as a sign language interpreter. Follow Feed the Holy |
I love this comparison:
ReplyDeleteLike the life you didn’t choose either.
Nobody gets to choose.
But you pick it up, you
dust it off, you put your
arms around it and you try
to love it. And you try to make it
sing
I never thought of a banjo as a metaphor for a life we didn't pick. Clever!
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