TheWood

And in

There I

Discovered wondrous

Things fireflies

Jun bugs

Caterpillars and

Deer fae

And gnomes

Long lost

Spirits and

Tribes and

Of course

My self

WhenLucky (to Bean)

Sometimes in

Life after

All the

Searching and

Hoping and

Chasing and

Wanting we

Discover happiness

In the

Smallest of

Things for

Me it’s

Your dark

Chocolate eyes

And how

You hold

Your fork

Or how

I light

Your cigarettes

Or how

You ask

Me to

Read my

Poems in

Darkness but

Most of

All it’s

How you

Tickle me

With your

Weak wrists

And laughter

When the

Day is

Done we

Rarely remember

All the

Things we

Don’t have

Yet pray

To God

For those

Little things

That mean

So very

Much in

Making our

Lives fresh

And new

LittleLives (to Bean)

And while

I sat

Listening

there I

Knew why

I’d come

Back to

Be with

You you

My love

All the

Others are

Just fodder

Distractions and

Static you

May sing

Off-key and

Don’t understand

Everything I

Say but

In your

Own little

Way you

Make my

Life complete

And I’m

So very

Happy and

While it’s

Not and

Neither you

Nor I

Are perfect

It’s your

Life in

Which I

Can share

Picnic (to Bean)

Friends came

Together to

Give you

A surprise

You were

Tickled and

Those brown

Eyes twinkled

Hugs followed

Giggles and

We talked

And we

Laughed and

Bunnies jumped

And fireflies

Floated the

Rain bathed

Everything anew

And we

Danced our

Little dance

Just you

And I

Fragile (to Bean)

Are we

Not slate

Or shale

Fragile and

Easily chipped

Broken when

Dropped and

Damaged beyond

Repair are

We not

Better left

In place

Than being

Discovered I

Think not

Upon discovery

We become

And in

Becoming we

Learn our

Nature blame

Not your

Handlers for

It is

They that

Found you

And caused

You to

Be who

You are