Inside my body rests this adventurer.
I know it was birthed by you. The way fresh air
fills your lungs and how a campfire and a cold beer
can be like heaven.
Riding bikes down bayou banks
and tiptoe walking across railroad bridges.
We are wanderers. Romantic gypsies just a little
Do you remember giggling children fake
Boot- stomped WWF Style? You were Jake the Snake
and we’d die laughing.
Do you remember how you turned us into
rocketships? How your strong hands catapulted
us across the Parker Road Apartment pool but also
across a childhood?
I wonder how many faeries wearing boots
you’ve seen in your lifetime. The miles of terrain your
feet have touched the faces who’ve witness your smile.
How many stairways to heaven you’ve passed by
because you weren’t ready yet.
Still alive and well, you’re still alive and well and I’d make
huge bets that Jesus wou...