The nut of it
The kernel of eternal truth
can be a bit tough
to get to
through the shell
AH! But the meat is tasty!
Their first meeting…
a faded drop of paint
off in a plain section of washes
as if the brush was afraid of the paper
The background of pastel strangers
sketched with tenuous bristle
into hours of exuberant meeting
The images of tree and bush
river near lake, appeared
a landscape of love becoming
tendrils and clouds emerging
Like the constructs of humans
the garden wall was built
and covered with vines almost instantly
So strong the urge to grow and flower
celebrating each day of life together
Spontaneous inspiration overtook
the overlooked corners of our psyche
awakening the inner jukebox
There’s a lightness to the step
of the person who is kept
on toes of celebration
of joyous conversation
Yes….!
as a child, he depended upon
hanging on tenuous hooks
prepared for fun and silliness
unmitigated play amongst
heaps of adult minefields
the knowing piled up high
in his gut of guts
no matter what
the insidious circumstances
there was the rock of his father’s love
tethered and bonded in an ocean of emotion
as a man, there exists calm fortitude
while they grow softly closer
in age, maturity, and wisdom
even while physical distance gaps
growing space separates with a padding of love