We are born,
\nmuch like the way
\nthe cosmos was born
\nin the mighty darkness.
\nForever came to an end.
\nA soul ready to receive
\nits eyes and fingers.
\nIn a seminal stroke,
\nstars received their astronomers.
\nAir, the sound of voices,
\nand death received a childhood.<\/p>\n
Now I am at the center
\nof all houses erected in my life.
\nAll continents strewn
\nwith stories and destinies,
\nto be told and put to music.
\nWhere the clock says 12,
\nwhile I, half past 11,
\nam growing up again,
\nwith Jack, Michael and Mark.<\/p>\n
Looking at a spring garden
\nas my father did.
\nWriting my first poem
\nand asking my mother
\nhow to spell the words.
\nLooking under stones
\nfor tunnels to the other
\nside of earth,
\nand lighting candles
\nwhere I\u2019ve been,
\nfor family, friends, pets
\nand strangers, to find me.<\/p>\n
Searching for crawfish,
\npoking into bird nests,
\nwondering where a cave might lead,
\nand playing with imaginary friends.
\nSitting now in Saturday\u2019s chair,
\nsmiling to myself,
\nand hearing people
\nmoving about in the rafters
\nof my house,
\nlooking through treasures
\nI dragged home in triumph.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
We are born, much like the way the cosmos was born in the mighty darkness. Forever came to an end. A soul ready to receive…<\/p>\n