Light Years Ago

Baseball Cards

What follows is the beginning of a lecture I presented in February 2014, at the Graves Lecture Series at Chadron State College in Chadron, Nebraska. It is entitled, “Poemhenge: Poetry on the Rocks,” and you can view the lecture at this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X40H4uNEeMk&feature=youtu.be

I do believe my students must think I have rocks in my head with all the poems I feed them. And they might be right. But like those massive, mysterious bluestones, those enormous boulders that found their way to Stonehenge 5,000 years ago, I sometimes wonder how mine arrived.

I guess it started with a kite when I was eight years old. A kite stuck in a tree. A kite I wrote about after being knocked down by a neighborhood bully. I remember the pain, the struggle to get up and once I did, how he slammed me to the ground again. And though the pain was excruciating, what hurt most was my pride. Being singled out by this guy, the taunting – the embarrassment I felt in front of my friends.

A few days after the incident, I saw that winged kite, struggling to get free from the tree in front of my house in a town called Braintree – Braintree Massachusetts. From my bedroom window, I stared out at the tree, at that kite, and for the first time, wrote a poem. I learned at early age that when I wrote, the pain went away. I had tapped into a healing place, a place within that I would return to over and over again throughout my life.

To paraphrase poetry therapist John Fox: “Poetry is a natural medicine. Writing and reading poems is a way of seeing and naming where we have been, where we are, and where we are going with our lives.”

One of the goals of poetry therapists is to help create a safe environment for their clients. Geri Chavis and Lila Weisberger, co-authors of The Healing Fountain, help trigger poems from their clients by asking questions like: Where were your safe places as a child? Where are your safe places now?

I often return to the safe places of my childhood with poems.

This is one I wrote entitled, Light Years Ago.

Light Years Ago

by Rich Kenney

In a time when neighbors built bomb shelters

I found one already set up, my safe haven,

beneath a row of wire questions marks,

below sleeve and pant crease, way back

beyond PF Flyers and a loafer’s loose penny.

With Captain Midnight’s flashlight pen, I sat

for hours in my closet on a heisted milk crate

crammed with comic books, reading baseball

cards and Bazooka Joe bubble gum strips.

Behind my uncle’s hand-me-downs,

I stashed an old cream cheese jar

filled with tree house keys, fishing lures

and a few of my father’s beer cap tops.

It was the one time I had answers…

sitting there in the black until

the pen went dead, sitting there

with a glow-in-the-dark Jesus

and a pale dry bottle

of fireflies.

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About Rich Kenney

Rich Kenney is an Assistant Professor and Director of the Social Work Program at Chadron State College in Chadron, Nebraska.
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2 Responses to Light Years Ago

  1. Rich, So great to read your fine poetry again. Glad you have the opportunity to share it with the college students. Hope you are doing well these days.
    Cheers,
    Bill

  2. Rich Kenney says:

    Good to hear from you, Bill. Thanks for your comments. By the way, I enjoyed your blog today about the 2014 Baseball Predictions. It was very creative and I especially was moved by #14, the woman in Costa Rica stitching together baseballs for a major corporation at such low wages. Hopefully, she has a son who may aspire to a MLB career. Sadly, it may be her only hope for a better life…

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