And then others
Exposed him then
For someone that
He knew he
Was yet he
Didn’t want others
To know until
They discovered him
For himself not
Because who he
Was but who
He was for
Them sound familiar
The most remembered
Are the most
Ridiculed in life
Category: Bean
WholeOfIt (to boo and bean)
Sometimes we tend
To parse things
Out in order
To understand them
Like a present
Isn’t really a
Surprise it’s simply
A thing a
Box some paper
Tape and ribbon
Same as love
When we autopsy
It we discover
It’s flaws but
Once it’s gone
We miss the
Whole of it
Smile
Ah a smile
Like a galaxy
Of individual stars
Staring at me
Like the lights
Of Christmas trees
Twinkling behind ornaments
Like early sunrise
And harvest moons
Like that very
First crisp bite
Of a freshly
Picked autumn apple
Like those cheesy
Grins in old
Childhood photographs which
Now embarrass everyone
Like mirrors into
Your soul like
Whispers into ears
Just like you
Look at me
Often
I often wonder
Why confessions of
Faith are often
Whispered but declarations
Of belief are
Often yelled for
Everyone else to
Hear the same
Goes for love
The hope for
Love is often
Admitted to pillows
Right before sleep
And the end
Of it is
Heard by just
About every one
Present (to You)
I sit between
My past and
Future some would
Say between the
Jaws of a
Vice ahhhh but
Me I feel
Nestled like a
Hatchling under the
Comfort of its
Mother staring out
To the dawn
And wondering if
Today will be
The first day
I will fly
