Upstairs
Pahn is a man
but when
it is time to go downstairs
he is a woman
young
tall
strong
good looking
confident
excited
There is another woman
in front of him
who is afraid to descend
Pahn says that he/she is not afraid
but starting
down the spiral staircase
without a railing
looking down
he/she can’t see
and has to feel his/her way
with his/her feet
Part way down
he/she steps on a pen
trying to push it aside
without losing his/her balance
He
has a great respect for pens
but
is afraid to bend down
to
pick it up
Almost to the bottom
there is a rope swing
which
he/she playfully grabs
arcing
through the room
guiding
the flight
toward
the instructor
hoping
to be able
to land in his arms
The instructor is too far away
but once on the ground
He picks Pahn up
and carries her/him around
her/his arms slung
on his neck
Pahn is surprised
at
how good it feels
to be a woman
being carried
how much
like sunlight
his/her arms feel
how weightless
and carefree
The instructor is short
stout
red faced
and self assured
He puts Pahn down
and Pahn picks him up
carrying him like a baby
showing off
his/her feminine strength
The instructor leans his face toward Pahn’s
to kiss
But Pahn doesn’t like his face
for kissing
Pahn has
never felt this way as a man
needing to hold but not wanting to kiss
Pahn pulls back from him
just as their lips touch
and sets him down
The instructor is annoyed
Pahn feels guilty
So Pahn sits down
disappointed
still
wanting holding
picking up his son Daphnis
because he/she knows
his/her arms are always accepted
by Daphnis
and Daphnis will sit comfortably
in
Pahn’s lap
and if he wants to kiss
Pahn
doesn’t mind
because Daphnis’ face
will always be beautiful
…
Pahn is a man again
at a picnic
with his children
He is playing with a woman
talking
and laughing
He goes to the stands
gathering filets
of salmon and halibut
and goes
with the woman to eat
sitting
on her family’s blanket
But as he begins to converse
he realizes
that he can’t sit with them
because
his own family
has
its own blanket
and his children
can’t eat
by themselves
and he doesn’t belong there
Aiks speaks to him
through
the air
from
home
as if she were talking
on
the phone
She wants him
to come home—
he can’t say no
Packing their things
telling the kids
it is time to go
he is thinking
of the fish
and the three hour drive—
how it will
be warm
and wasted—
thinking of ice
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