The Rapture of the Lego Men

I wrote this today...kind of formulated it in my mind as I vacuumed and actually had a moment to write it all down! (not easy with a six year old home for the summer!) keep in mind, I never profess to be a real poet...I just put thoughts down and make it look like I might know what I'm doing...

  The Rapture of the Lego Men
 

As I vacuumed today, I thought of it.

How many times it has been done.

Three boys and 25 years now,

off and on again,

I've come for them,

I, a gentle beast

with a sucking machine.

I don't really mean to be.

But once again I become in charge

of the rapture of the Lego Men.

They wait for me with some uncertainty

in crevices behind suitcases and trunks,

under couches and behind curtains, they wait

to be raptured up into the dusty air

with ardent faith in where they are going.

There are others there,

they tell me.

There are others.

I tell them I know.

They look up to the heavens

with eyes transfixed,

sometimes half-smiling and

missing their hat or their arm or their vestiges.

Forgotten by boys who have found

other toys

or whisked away by age or circumstance.

I wonder to myself

as I push and I pull,

what my own rapture will be.

Will I rise up in a whirl of dust

and float and glisten

in the rays of the sun?

settling gently among still water, the leaves of trees,

sprigs of new grass, and on the tender hearts of mankind?

I have listened to the Lego Men.

They tell me there are others...

and I believe.

              (copyright July 2011 by Jennifer Valentine)