Syndic No.43 ~ Charles Rammelkamp
Gongoozling
Written and Narrated by Charles Rammelkamp
Maryland
Gongoozling
A new word for me —
standing apparently idle in the towpath
watching the slow, slow progress
of the boats in the UK canal
here near Evesham, by the Avon River.
“Possibly from the Lancashire dialect,”
my friend Tony tells me,
“the words gawn and goozle
meaning to gawp or stare.”
I remember my mother’s
gradual descent into old age,
the same canal down which we all travel;
the day my brother and I “reasoned”
with her to give up her car.
She was past ninety then.
“Face it, Ma, you rarely drive as it is.
Kate and Becky take you to the grocery
whenever you need to shop.”
Her grown granddaughters, in town.
“Think of the money you’ll save
on insurance and maintenance.”
But all she saw: losing her independence,
just as all I see,
here in the towpath,
the slow, slow progress
through the locks.