overnight the bloom
has emerged in the garden
morning’s pink trumpet
he kneels silently
bow and arrow on the ground
waiting for the word
much more powerful
for Life to give him the word
than for me to say
no one can inform him
with such clarity and truth
as his own two eyes
he has awestruck me
once again with his insight
into his reality
TODAY YOU ARE A MAN
We defined manhood too narrowly, and now,
You are watching its realities rip wide
Through your life.
I am awestruck, that you remain standing,
But I am also not surprised that you hold.
You are strong,
Feel the Samurai blood, the Viking blood
Pulse through your veins as you face the dragon.
Clear your mind.
I watch in silence. It’s not my battle.
Alone is the way for the lessons to burn.
In your soul.
Today, you are man and I am woman as
Strong as any man. And equal to the fight!
I fight the urge to run to you and help.
But that would let the Dragon win.
And if I never see your face again.
And cannot share the moment of triumph.
I’m with you.