I needed a prop
You were All I could find
You’ve always been at hand
I’ve forever loved you
As a child, I scoured your pages
And meditated on your wonder
Today, I tucked you under
And meditated on your spine
I’ll always keep you just this close
I’ll forever love you
And my Thesaurus too
Art Credit: “Supporting The Question” Jeremy Shamrowicz; Milwaukee River Walk, Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Abhorrent when my timing’s ill.
And some do fear me so.
Suspect if I linger places
noises ought to go.
Reject me at your peril
if your mind and body plea.
Accept my invitation
-to your soul, I’m heavenly.
Footprints at the parks and Pier
Marching boldly against landmarks
Crayons on the picture window
Funny faces wearing too-big shoes
Trying theater to please me
You’re my sleuthing secret agents
Your spirit dwarfs the world
I make skyscraper mistakes
Yet you
Build me up with Auntie
Magnify me with Mama
You pilfer pictures
and wing out wisdom with words.
I like to steal socks.
You.
Defy definition.
Move mighty mystically.
Lovingly lean leeward, lingering.
Sacrifice soulfully, strongly shielding strangers.
I want to drink of you.
Crickets’ song sound
Competes with
Distant guitar’s smell
Harmonizing with
Dripping faucet’s feel
Outdone by
Trouble at my feet, I see.
This is the taste of mid-night.
Each image, ink for
Each chapter, lightning strikes for
One book, breath-stealing
Oh, to capture
The electric dance
The head rush
The note in the air
The blood’s heat
The half-moment before dawn
The sound wave
The breath’s vapor
The holy hello
The grace of gratitude
The one who does
I’ve renamed it Rising.
It’s what’s required with this special kind of pain.
Rising.
To the occasion.
Or dying to it.
Or both.
(drip) Sticky sweet face.
(wipe) Let me get that for you.
(PTOOO!) Best of three?
