Monday, October 30, 2006

Bryna

Bryna unwraps her presents slowly
peeling each piece of tape
lifting and smoothing out the wrapping paper
each present offering a strip tease
the dance of the seven veils
the veils in this case made up of paper
covered in candy canes and wreaths

I have tried this technique
I have endeavored to savor the unveiling
I peel one piece of tape, slowly
until I hear a rip and
before
I
know
what
I've
done
the
paper
is
crumpled, discarded, the box upside down, the present revealed, and the next gift sought madly, to be consumed in a similar rush until at last, I'm done, out of breath, out of gifts, and
even
slightly
dizzy.

Maybe this year I'll let Bryna open my gifts for me.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Keith, your poem about Bryna (me) is wonderful, but your spelling is terrible. Since all Brynas are perfectionists, perhaps you can find one to correct your site.
Sorry, but most Brynas are teachers and we can't help ourselves. And yes, I save wrapping paper to use again, also the ribbons and boxes. You never know.
Success! as we say in Holland.

Keith Lowell Jensen said...

Ha ha. Thanks Bryna. The name is very rare here abouts. Is it any more common in your corner of the world?
I'm glad you found my poem, and yes, I will have the Bryna on this end take a swipe at the spelling, I promise.
Love