Drawing at the Windowsill

A poem by Nick Flynn:

Cartoon Physics, Part 1

Children under, say, ten, shouldn't know 

that the universe is ever-expanding,

inexorably pushing into the vacuum, galaxies

swallowed by galaxies, whole

solar systems collapsing, all of it

acted out in silence.  At ten we are still learning

the rules of cartoon animation,

that if a man draws a door on a rock 

only he can pass through it.

Anyone else who tries

will crash into the rock.  Ten-year-olds

should stick with burning houses, car wrecks,

ships going down---earthbound, tangible

disasters, arenas

where they can be heroes.  You can run

back into a burning house, sinking ships

have lifeboats, the trucks will come

with their ladders, if you jump

you will be saved.  A child

places her hand on the roof of a schoolbus,

& drives across a city of sand.  She knows

the exact spot it will skid, at which point

the bridge will give, who will swim to safety

& who will be pulled under by sharks.  She will learn

that if a man runs off the edge of a cliff

he will not fall

until he notices his mistake.