A Son
Traveling south full of warmth this son
looking up to rise
coming down the I California five
hands on the wheel willing to work
waiting on tables cleaning and clearly
is seen by someone from Simi
who saw him and said the future’s ahead
became friends searching acting dreaming
insight
winding if rising like a spiral in flight
this might of your thoughts flies by why with such light
delights on a limb
branching on in the fellow hymns
entanglements
begun sung upper limbs pick up things a flowering begins
at the bass the voice develops owns its verse
conditioned curse now finds no words
the language him the play his writes the scene now seen
shining
eyes
divine
coursing through the heart lands pathways
stay the same
rising
son
3/25/19
