I Am I am peering through keyholes searching out lives that matter. I am a bullying wind pushing a field of wheat stalks into submission. I am laughter that spills out of your eyes like two full cups of coffee. I am morning missiles, yawns, body stretching and the weather channel. I am a poet searching for those words that play hide-n-seek until I yell all the all the outs in free! I am the memories of the past my father knows and the visions of the future my son fears. I am the exhaust valve that taps, the rusted out tail pipe that clangs against the body frame of that ’68 Caddy I love so much, the one with the fins, the one that makes me look so cool when I drive it with the top down. I am the toilet paper stuck to the bottom of your shoe as you leave the stall, and I am your friend that removes it when you aren’t looking. I am the moaning, the groaning, the passion of sex, the long wet kisses when no one is around and time doesn’t matter. I am the warmth of your body next to mine when you can no longer bear the pain and embarrassment of chemo treatments. I am the oak tree in your backyard, proud and erect, sheltering you from the Summer sun, and unwilling to let go so easily the last red leaf before the Winter moves in. I am these words at sunrise, before I shower, before I brush my teeth, before I am fully awake. I am the sensual movements your body makes as you dance to your favorite song on the radio. I am the steam rising from a bowl of homemade soup, the butter melting on homemade bread fresh from the oven. I am the clock next to your bed that wakes you and reminds you that it is only 2 am. I am that yes! moment when you are able to play the chord changes on your guitar of a song you’ve been practicing for two weeks. I am your favorite novel in your favorite chair, that sits by the window, while you sit in the warmth of the early Springtime sun. I am a father to three and a father of two I am an anomaly, not an enemy, not an anemone as my daughter might say. I am peering through keyholes searching out lives that matter. I am looking for you. |