Your Door: A Poem to My Son

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Such is the challenge
To behold a door
To sense all it leads to
While not grieving more

To know if it’s opened
The Divine has willed
To praise, when it’s closed
His providence, still

Forth, amble with purpose
Or wait night and day
But ask for The Blessing
God’s presence, to stay

Unpause

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What if my blink lasts an extra beat more
Unintended, I cannot explain

What if while this, my inhale I implore
Is reality seeking to feign?

Gravity, come, take your match by the hand
Ether has waited for this

Fluttering eyes, staccato breath
So much words culminate in a kiss

Safe Distance

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Additionally, I admit I awaited it
The other shoe to drop

It was me, my fault
Believing too big always

The ’72 Nova Super Sport
Traded before I became of age

The certainty I saw in unions
Disproved before my very eyes

Muscle cars and you and me
Crashed before together began

All Talk

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She’s talking rhythmically
Of the good in goodbye
Gets me to thinking
Of the waiting and why

Everyone around him lives
While he waits to die
Sipping all-alone punch
In a house built on lies

Gold

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I struggle to know
If, as a girl,
I always did just the right things

I shutter to think
When I grew up tall
That none of it mattered at all

I listen to learn
If time will whisper
I needn’t have any regrets

I wait and wonder
If the caring I shared
Imprinted my name on gold stone