The Teeterboard

Walking by the playground
Where my son used to play
On endless afternoons. Sliding.
Bucket on his head. Pretending
He was the Artful Dodger
Running a hand across the dragon
I noticed

Two children on a seesaw
Or teeter totter; a long
Narrow board with a pivot point or
Sweet spot. In the middle.
A boy and a girl were laughing
As one went up
And the other went down

They bounced and balanced
Perfectly. Power dynamic
Shattered. Equanimity.
Sun dipping behind the clouds
I took another trip around the sun
Sat on a bench and wondered
What happens

On the way to adulthood
And the bedroom
And the board room
And the war room
Where everyone wants their own
And the sweet spot is lost

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Doug Hoekstra

In terms of bio, I'm a Chicago-bred, Nashville-based writer. My first book, Bothering the Coffee Drinkers, appeared on the Canopic Publishing (TN) imprint in April 2006 and earned an Independent Publisher Award (IPPY) for Best Short Fiction (Bronze Medal). Several of the selections in the book appeared in other publications, and one story, “The Blarney Stone” was nominated for a 2006 Pushcart Prize. Other stories and poems of mine have appeared in numerous online and print literary journals and a second book of prose, The Tenth Inning, was released independently in 2015 In a previous life, I was a singer-songwriter troubadour who released seven albums of original material on labels in Europe and America; performing in the US and Europe at bookstores, coffeehouses, clubs, libraries, pubs, festivals, radio stations, and castles, solo and with a band in tow. Highlights included Nashville Music Award and Independent Music Award nominations, lots of Top 10 lists, and many groovy times.

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