Broom covered hill-
I met him in a muggy room of
funk sounds- the screaming of O’ Jay’s and young people inhaling
funk smells- of sex, repressed dreams, and Marlboro Light .
He was not occupying the space like other trashing bodies.
I never knew someone so familiar
like your Grandmother’s faded plastic Disney cups
could be so removed, as if the floor was
yielding at each corner around his base, but he
was unmoved, standing…thinking.
He devours music. Loves the notes,
the way I do the words, so we wooed one another with
storage on a 7 hour road stretch, but I never understood how
someone with an ear that could hear
how it all should go, needed no one to know.
The morning quietly leaking through blinds
the gentle giant pulling my fragility into his concaved form
and sniffing tufts of baby hair on my neck with
his own brand of intimacy that he pours out in gallons
like sunflower oil, only when no expected to do so.
Eyes: crystal orbs of light blue
sitting beneath two imperfect brows
where the depth of the sea in the cobalt flecks meets
the quiet sovereignty of a January morning snow.
A boy-child’s inexperience and a sage’s wisdom rests there.
Often I find him sitting above life,
surveying it’s goodness and wild injustice
“I’d rather be kind than smart.” says the humble ace
who holds my fist from bringing down the gavel.
The suppleness of his grace casts shadows on my soul.
And he is the eternally open door
that I read about as a child in the gospels,
and a phoenix sopping in wanderlust though
rising again to meet the morning with a burning
hope and a gentle trust in the goodness of existence.
He looks at me. I am being seen for the first time
in the fullness of my unsheathed grandeur and vulgarity
and I feel no shame because he was laughing as I
put on mother’s bra and rewound the sex scene of Dirty Dancing
and crying as I hid in the high school bathroom.
I was 5. He was there,
and I was 16 and he was there…somehow.
He smells like soap and home,
and the hill covered in broom is content
to stand in its golden beauty and humanity.