Elegy
My fingers stroke his forehead
Warmth leeching from him
Feeling his life inch away a frozen moment at a time
Artificial comfort flowing through his veins
Words quiet in his ear
Find peace
Time to leave this place
for the undiscovered country
Wishing for more time
Hoping for one last word
The man of a thousand baseballs
Thrown back and forth
My coach, my father
Young, smiling, waving
The years suddenly blurred and lost
in an instant
Dropping wet and receding
Evaporating like the essence of him
Invisible and inevitable
The man of a million projects and quips
Becoming a memory before my eyes
The quiet of the room
Loud with love and pain
His breathing soft and slow
Then gone
Just like that
Death stealing him with a whisper
The music of his life finished
Without a sigh
I love you, Dad
His hands gnarled and cold in mine
My lips brush against his cheek
Young and running free
Again in my mind
Forever
Little Brother
I hated you
All the ladies in cotton skirts
And dawning 60s smells
Loving you
Brand-new, just off the shelf
Cooing and touching you in your crib
Ignoring me already washed-up and yesterday's news
At three years old
Them asking me what
It felt like to have a little brother
Saying nothing,
because I despised the little usurper
who had dropped in to claim
a piece of my kingdom
and the affection of my subjects
But I learned to tolerate you
Eventually
Rival becoming playmate
And friend
I was not the brother you deserved
All of the time
The easy and convenient object of my frustration
And you wear those childhood slights still firmly on your being
like an angry coat made of fights and epithets
I know apologies don't wipe away
anything except the guilt and regret of the sender
And do little else
The decades precede us
The little children we were faded
black and white newsreel memories
But hate can grow to love
I know
Because I hated you
And love you now
And cannot imagine
The world without you
By my side
The Path
The path winding and straight
some filled with brambles and spikes
leaving bleeding regrets
and scars of forgotten souls and deeds
walking without a map
and learning to love the lost
Beginning smooth and empty
crying to the heavens then rushing
awkward steps to new beginnings
Now more path behind than ahead
staring back in wonderment
Remembering the dawns and the endings
The bright air of youth full in deep lungs
electrified thoughts and writhing beauty
Our new strong legs running ahead
feeling the strong wind laugh against our open watering eyes
Finding lust then unearthing love
Creating the colors and the first cries of new life
we then set upon a new and different path
Looking to the nearer horizon
Blinded by the exquisite questions
frightened and exhilarated
knowing that the road ends
and not knowing when or where
But grateful to have traveled it
if even for an all but too brief time
Embracing the pain and the ecstasy
Listening to the universe whisper from above and under
move ahead until rest seeks you
But loving each mote of dust and each kicked rock
each detour and crystal clear heading
A billion pinpoints of starlight and peals of laughter leading the way
Each of us taking different roads and stories
to come to the same place
Beginning and ending
all of us
But what a magnificent journey
Rain
It's dark inside
And he is 12
The juke box weeps adult sadness
he doesn't understand,
but is learning too soon
His father shadowed rage on a barstool
A phantom he must conjure home
Gathering storm clouds with each gulp
Ready to rain anger and cruelty
On the world he wants to drink away
He sits culled and voluntarily dispossessed
Cheating on his family and himself
For a seductress in a glass
Go get your father
His mother had said
He won't listen to me
As he watched another piece of his childhood chipped away,
lying inert and dead at his leaden feet
He stands at the bar's entrance
Weighing
which will be worse
Leaving the demon alone to grow
Or inviting it in
A Russian Roulette choice
with six bullets in the chamber
Machine gun heartbeat pounds his ears
As he moves toward the stranger he knows by name
Wishing the desperate caliginous shadows
will swallow him whole
The jukebox a jet engine roar
Screaming the story of his life
As he taps the shoulder of the storm
And waits for the rain to fall