I had a dream

A man
with canyons
on his face

Smiling
ear-to-ear

Angrily
told me
of how he
can change the world
with an idea

Enticed
I stare
to the way
this man
leads his words
so precise

Gesturing his face
to the unknown poetry
he so easily
speaks in place

And with no space

He breathes

Watering
the canyons
on his face
he fills our space
with an embrace
only a father
can face