avatarBetsy Denson

Summary

The text reflects on the profound responsibility and emotional depth of making a promise to a child, particularly in the face of existential questions.

Abstract

In the prose poem titled "Be the Boat," the author delves into the weight of a promise made to a child inquiring about mortality. The child's question, "Am I going to die?" prompts an immediate and instinctive reassurance from the adult, who promises safety despite the fragility of such an assurance. The adult, recognized as an authority figure by the child, grapples with the realization that their experience offers no more certainty than the child's innocence. The narrative evolves into a meditation on the nature of promises, acknowledging their often counterfeit nature yet affirming their value as a source of comfort and security in the face of life's unpredictability. The poem concludes with the adult embracing their role as a protector, embodying both the harbor and the boat amidst the metaphorical storms of life, providing a serene and hopeful front to the child.

Opinions

  • The author suggests that the act of promising, especially to a child, carries a significant emotional burden and responsibility.
  • Promises made with certainty, despite the uncertainty of life, are seen as valuable and necessary for providing comfort and security.
  • The adult's promise, though potentially unrealistic, is considered "good" and "good enough," highlighting the importance of hope and reassurance over absolute truth.
  • The text implies that the role of an adult, or an authority figure, is to be a source of stability and protection, even when they themselves feel inadequate or vulnerable.
  • The poem reflects on the paradox of promising certainty in an inherently uncertain world, yet it underscores the human need for such promises.

Be the Boat

Wednesday Prose Poem: what’s in a promise?

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Am I going to die? asks the child. And you say — no. Like a reflex, a knee jerk of despair. The idea of it a swell that would finish you.

Do you promise? Is what comes next. The guarantee from absolute authority, which right now is you — as laughable as that is. You, with only the advantage of years, each one as unruly as the next.

Yes, I promise. It is what you say because soon they will not hold you to it, or count on you for safe harbor.

This is the day, then, so own it. Be the harbor and the boat. Be the fist in which the storm shrivels, leaving only a luminescent sheet. A flawless, flawed reflection of your rapture on high. Calm, too calm. The swell of your own heart kept barely contained. Am I? Do you? Yes.

It is a counterfeit promise. But it is good. Good enough? Yes.

Betsy Denson, 2022

Thanks for the prompt J.D. Harms.

Poetry
Prose Poem
Promises
Love
Prompt
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