Metaphor (for Muenster)

I see life

In As’s and

Like’s the world

Pops for me

In technicolor in

Images like a

Map laid before

Me with savanna

And forest everywhere

What I spy

Is lush like

Handfuls of gemstones

Each one holds

It’s own secret

Like your whispers

Late at night

You next to

Me are my

Metaphor unlocking each

And every other

FriendShip

Moored off the

Coast surrounded by

The thick dense

Fog of life

A howling horn

Moans warning cliffs

A sweeping beacon

Catches my eye

Prompting me to

Follow my bulky

Oversized hull scrapes

Along the bodies

Of others as

I blindly navigate

Finally breaking free

Dawn rises brightening

My path to

You a white

Tower whose sound

And light welcomes

Me safely home

This is the

Love of friendship

Disabled

There is a

Far greater beauty

In imperfection than

Perfection I walk

With crutches because

I’m imperfect yet

Who is not

We’re all disabled

My friends it’s

Just that I

Wear mine outside

Drop (for Carlos)

You are but

One drop part

Of a deluge

One simple part

Of a typhoon

But that one

Single thing that

Syncopates with my

Heart as you

Leap from there

To here creating

A River or

Ocean or something

As simple as

Rain yet you’re

Not one of

Many you’re my

One simple drop

Dripping and screeching

Weeeee I’m here

Now see me

For in one

Blink I’m gone

Age12

And like a

Boy waiting to

Get picked for

Sides you selected

Me before others

Beaming I stood

Next to you

Our team often

Lost that year

But the hugs

Slaps on my

Back and occasionally

Tousled hair made

Age 12 unbelievably

Bearable for both