Monday, October 15, 2007

Blue Marble

At times I lose myself
in the round marble blueness
of your baby eyes.

There are worlds in them:
possibilities;
eventualities;
and certainties of a world
I will not see.

Perhaps you will be great.
Photographed and lauded.
Perhaps you will stake the gambles of your generation
Look God in the eye and calmly wait for Him to blink.

Or perhaps, like mine,
your world will be so small
that you will lose yourself
in a baby's eyes.

Thursday, September 6, 2007

Baby Love

Every night you call to me
helpless and hungry
And every night I get up
sick, tired and devoted.

When I hold you up to the mirror
and tell you how adorable you are
you shyly hide your face
then peek again for reassurance.

Its like peeling back skin.
baring this blooded flesh
It stings like hell,
This falling in love.

How strange our human heart
that flourishes only
under a baby's
innocent scourge.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Bedtime Story

As I reach chapter's end
evening has claimed you.
Lids heavy,
Your dreams rush in to drown
your mind in visions:
Narnia,
Pooh Bear,
Thomas the Tank Engine.
Touchstones of childhood
connecting one generation
with the next.

How carefully we wrap their little minds
in nests of soft fictions.
Cushion their realities
against the world's rough edges.
Find threads of narrative
for their trusting souls to
play with.

Ancient Egypt
Shan China
the world of the Maya
every place, every time
told stories to its children
and when armies fled
and stone crumbled
only stories remained
written in the wistful
sighs of parents
at bedtime.

Who knows what we pass on?
Each generation gives
Each generation takes
but what is given is not what is taken.
All that is passed
is that moment
at the end of the last line
when words end
and dreams begin.

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Jumping on shadows

If I have had any hobby
it was fatherhood.
And my career,
such as it is,
one of professed ignorance
in search of savois faire.
It is a life of closed avenues,
sideroads
that seemed irrelevant,
or unreachable,
or too long in the
bright contrast of the sun.

And all the way
I have played games with my own shadow
thinking
in time, I could outwit my own procrastination
take some leap
that disconnected my follies and self-faith
and left my shadow,
outwitted on the ground.

Now it is a game I play with my son
- jumping on each other's shadows
and he laughs
wondering
if this is a game for grown-ups
who don't know any better.