Denali in Disguise

Ice posing as something benign
Have you believing I’m only tiny daggers

Draw closer
Hear
Cathedral chimes
Strike an unholy fear into you, I will

Begin with me the wintry journey
Dying, now that the falling is done

Come back, will you?
Taller next time
Wise enough to yield
While I command the Summer

Tall Order

Juicy
Miracle from God
I met my match in you
Which of us has the quieter lips
The longest green stare?

Mechanical
Bastard, but not exactly
Father-figure to everyone, you
So help me now
Let’s dance, like you said, damn it

For Father’s, In Advance

For the fathers who found me right where I was at those given times, and right on-time

You, who, with green eyes, blue eyes, and blue-green eyes

Loved me with a love that helped me grow tall, be tall, and stay tall

Thank you for the canned vegetables, the frozen vegetables for-the-first-time-in-a-lifetime, and for the fresh-from-the-farm-and-roadside vegetables

Though some would seriously judge, I needed your yo’ mama jokes, bar room jokes, and first thing in the morning jokes, to remind me to smile

-you showed This firstborn how to be Serious Business, after all-

Thank you forefathers, for being my fathers, for being there then, and though elsewhere now, for being still here nonetheless

Impulse

A person, willowy or firm

Of thought or fortitude

One about so tall

Needn’t think as a single

Leaf or brick or synapse or impulse

Who cannot move at all

Not on a day such as this

As water gleams

As sun shines

Someplace

On this where that we are

Grand Village

I entered school less than best-dressed
But jazzed them nonethess 
With my knowing
At home, they did their best 
My God! They were kids
What had they that I might glean
‘though, they gave me a closet of dresses
Sometimes ragged denim 
And space decorated with what kids need
Animals, charicatures, loveliness, love
I put it all on 
That my height not betray
My child’s age
I came away from those tall years
Not half bad

I went back in a dream
Early one day
Spent from the years of adult nonsense 
Wearing again ragged denim
Too short for my legs
I chose to hide foraging
In some school closet 
For someone else’s clothes 
That I’d fit in
That I’d not look to old for him
Too young for them
That they’d understand my intellect
My heart
I’m happy to say, nearing the end, I am
Not half-bad 

Institutionalized 

Do you wish it weren’t so blue
Or even bluer still 
Are you wondering just how vast
And just how deep the thrill
If you stripped off the leather 
With the stigma of our skin
And charged, full speed, down that Great Bluff
Reversing that Great Sin