Rock of Love

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