Prolifically Raw: He

Friday, September 07, 2007

He

He blows a soap bubble so big
a little girl is amazed
and he does this with
impossible gentle breath

He holds the top of an acorn
between his thumbs
and makes a whistle sound so high
a little boy begs to learn the trick

He brings,
overflowing
a bag of groceries
and prepares this woman a meal

He calls out �Goodnight butterfly�
to the little girl
and there is a fast, manly hug
he receives from the boy.

Down steep stairs he rushes on bare feet
to accompany
this woman�s goodnight song
played to her children on ivory keys.

He follows her lead,
his gentle breath,
once for a bubble,
now used on a silver flute

On a cushion, he sits
breathing away a difficult day
letting go of a story
that told him he could do nothing right

In strong arms he holds this one
while she cries over some
brutal distant memory
he knows all too well.

She watches him on this night
and knows
he is, as he is,
the answer to a prayer.

(I'm falling in love!)