When he Cracks.

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.