this poem
is not about you

even though
your spirit is in every word
your voice sounds strong
in the halls of my mind
telling me things
I am now sure
I want to know

this poem is
about me

trying to understand
you

How can I forget
Those crumbs
Ghee tricking
From between
Your untired fingers
I remember
You would cuddle me
When at sunbeams birth
I would scurry
To recite English Alphabets
And when at my comeback
Rhymes sailing in the mind
And on lips leaping
Yes at the door at dusk
You would shout at my play
Oh I had got my leg sprained
But that was the best cure
How careful wrapping in the quilt
Whenever the chill fanned
And she put me against
Her thumping chest
Where are those days
Where is she
Where am I
They are at home
She is in the kitchen
I am on the rollicking chair
I would I had dropped in your days
My son my dear my heart

I see you walking through gardens
Every footfall a flower growing
Hyacinths and crocuses
Roses blood red in color
I see you in the garden
That began all humanity
All the love
Inside of me

I see you traipsing in the night
Your hands creating stars
Dust becoming light
Which shines onto my soul
I see you flying in the darkness
Your hope becomes my dream
Love divine
On angel wings

I see you dancing in the rain
Your hair wet with emotion
Your heart beating into me
So that I may feel
That my battered hands may touch
Your skin a broken cloud
Creating life
Inside of me

Think I'll finish this cappuccino ,
walk out in the yard , **** on the grass
and call it sacred ..
Tell the government of my plans ,
call it a religion and get tax exempt
Wake up the next day and find another -
source of theological peanut brittle to chew
on before I'm hit with another epiphany to
keep the IRS at bay ...

Standing in the clear piedmont blood ,
with understanding , with unchecked curiosity
along the jagged edgeways
Ardent Yellow Perch skipping her countercurrents ,
painted turtles at liberty atop driftwood memorials
Hardwoods sash -shay the moss painted root bound  
architecture , sunbeams expose the river bottoms ,
Blue Herons and Redtailed Hawks stand on silent
watch , birds of every color and unique song pass ,
command these silver blue corridors