My boy stands lately
Slight bend in the knees
Carrying a house
Crack
That smarts
Right to the pit of where his world began
Crack
Carrying those babies on an empty stomach
And the two that tire his arms
So much pushing apart, and,
Spinning those plates on one foot
On a wave
Tiny surfboard large feet
Crack
(Mama didn't tell me about this part)
Eyes empty, soul diffused. Crack
That vertebrae is gone
Stand up anyway
Stand up anyway
Stand up anyway
Face the sky
Heart split like a ripe pomegranate
Pecked by sharp beasts
And still,
He shines like a moonbeam in a lost sailor's dream
Knees inches from the sand
Crack
That was the one he was waiting for.
