D

“D” puzzled me, almost
right from the start:
I was delighted when I discovered
“D” started my name and was therefore
mine;
but I was confused
that it seemed to be
a relative of “B”
who was nowhere in my name at all,
and more — confused
is not the right word —
intrigued
to discover that
the small print version
of “D” was backwards:
“d” — it curved the opposite way.

It was like a nasty little secret
sort of a black sheep in the family.

I think it might have been that
that made me a contrarian:
and from then on,
I found myself
at first secretly
but later on publically
on the opposite side
in just about everything.

Everybody played hockey
in our town;
I hated hockey
and on my own became a skier.
No matter what popular opinion was
I always looked for another way to see the issue.

That’s a good way to become a loner, by the way
but like Hester Prynne
my “D” has become sort of emblazoned by it.
Maybe that’s how characters are formed
at least, in my case.

Thank you, little “d”.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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