Three Poems for Right Now
Living, revisiting, thinking, reflecting, writing
Open your eyes and look around And find yourself in a new world, Surrounded by tall stalks of grass Swaying softly on June's breeze. Head rests atop Marigold, Close your eyes and be home again Resting with the sun warm and welcoming. How might the wind be blowing, what promises is it whispering to me carried from afar? It's summer now and I'm deep in moment My head is hazy as we walk through, the lavender haze is sweet and heady. What's coming tomorrow? Don't speak of it Please Join me under the fireflies, We can make them our constellations as they dance for us. It's past the mid night hour and tomorrow has come, But today can not, today will not, end until you let it. Dust kicks up as you drive on, Dust settles down as you drive on. The snow started falling again, the moon seeks to replace the sun, piercing and pure, uncompromising. Stills the world around me, the fireflies gone until tomorrow. I hear no Phoebe In the nest that wasn't built To home the eggs that were never laid
Three rats made a car, Of gouda and swiss and sharp cheddar, They worked up an appetite, "Surely we could have just a bite", Now withouts wheels they couldn't drive far
I've left home and made my own home. I'm here with bills and a job and a purpose. I'm building my own path forward, Forging my own destiny, Deciding what's for me. Am I man now? I was there as life was made new, I held the glorious first son and severed him from tormenting tethers. I've been covered in vomit and I've rocked to sleep, Been there in fits and giggles, Nap time and play time. My family grows with or without me but I'm choosing to be with my family. Am I a man now? I've scorned most of the men I've ever known. First transgression be the last one, I hate you now. Fuck off. I've learned to forgive and grow, temper and tame passions of youth. I saw you when you broke, I was there hand extended when you told me you wanted to do better. I love you. Am I a man now? Babies born by base bridegrooms, Lusty lullabies launch, live, lie, Abort aspirations and ask alms, Sojourn solemnly Solomon, Seek security, seek self-sacrifice. Am I a man now? I boast a full head of hair and a beard that rivals my forefathers, My chest is hairy, My ass is hairy, My back and nose are hairy. Am I a man now? I'm 23 and the family I want wished me a happy Thanksgiving from afar. I'm 23 and I've found people to call family. I'm 23 and I've cried in the arms of my brother. I'm 23 and I've given everything to save the life of my brother. I'm 23 and my sisters and my mother and my aunts all grow more beautiful every time I see them. I'm 23 and I've bought stupid cars I shouldn't have, Came up on the flip, Looked a man in the eye and shook hands on a business deal. I'm 23 and I'm the fading star of youth, I'm 23 and see 24 just on the horizon. Am I a young man still? Am I a man now?