You Are the Ocean so Am I like the sun i rise and fall
like the waves crashing on the sand i have my lows but then i return back to the known comfort of the sea as the waves rise i do too knowing that i am going to crash i try to stay on that high as long as possible
like the weather my mood changes day to day from a serene ocean to a horrific storm
as the current pushes and pulls i resist the urge to fight aware that i have no control i let the sea take me
By: Clint Smith
Our stars weren't meant for their sky. We have never known the same horizon.
People are always polarized or on different sides of something. No matter how hard you try and unite people together, they will never truly be unified at the core. The poem "Canon" talks about racial discrimination and segregation. Although the poem is short, it is very profound. The first sentence "Our stars weren't meant for their sky." talks about how black people don't fit in with white people. When analyzing the line, I noticed that even Smith himself unintentionally, in my opinion, divided white and black people. He says "Our stars" and "their skies" this puts white and black people on different ends of the spectrum. He does it again with the only other sentence by saying "We" and "same horizon." These two phrases show again how divided we truly are. The last sentence talks about the differing circumstances between the two races. Black people have always had the brunt of it. And, white people have always had easier lives (in most situations). Even today, people of different color aren't on the same playing field. Prejudices will never truly be gone. "We have never known the same horizon." White and black people have never known the same "horizon" and will never know the same "horizon." History proves this in scenarios such as slavery and segregation. In the future, if color is not an issue, their upbringings will still be different. The playing field has never been even. Hopefully, the future will be rid of all discriminations, and everyone will be equal.
During the beginning stages of your childhood, you are hypersensitive to everyone and everything around you. The poem describes every feeling and sensation that occurs when a baby is being born. Childbirth can be a long and grueling process, and De La Paz shows this by saying "I wondered how long I could go on once the rain had stopped." Rain is an unpredictable force in nature, and you never know when it will end. The rain can be a long downpour, intermittent, or could be a slight drizzle. The speaker of the poem is wondering how long they can go on which how tiresome childbirth is. When De La Paz says "Hot cars shined outside.", he is talking about the warmth that the lights emit while the baby is coming out. People become comfortable when they're familiar with something. If you're familiar with something, usually you feel safe and secure. The speaker of the poem, the baby, says "I never wanted to leave." Why would an innocent newborn want to leave the comfort of being inside the womb? The world is an unpredictable thing, and if the baby stayed inside then the baby would be safe still. The finish of the poem is the 'cherry on top'. When a newborn baby is held by their mother, it is the most comforting thing that they will ever experience. You feel nurtured and loved by your mother, and that is how most people would enjoy feeling. De La Paz's last stanza, "The soft dark skin, The sweet curl of the arm. The hum.", represents how at ease you feel when you hear your mother's voice. The touch of her skin alone will you make you feel comforted because you have that instant bond with your mother that cannot be broken.
People like to "start fresh." You can have a fresh start in a plethora of ways: it could be as big as moving to a new city or as small as changing your hair. People like change (granted that change is made upon their choice). But, when you're trying to start fresh, it is like you're trying to run or leave things in the past. Lines 1-8 talk about what you have left behind and ran from and how everything eventually starts to add up. You can never truly escape things that have happened in the past because they always find a way to be brought up again. The ocean is truly a perfect representation. Once you realize that you can't "start fresh", you just have to let go and float in the water. It's like trying to fight a riptide the harder you swim the further out you will get pulled. Unless, you swim with the current and go wherever it decides. The last stanza talks about this. As he stops tending to the leaves, he gets consumed by the leaves and realizes that no matter how hard he rakes the leaves more will keep falling.