Throwing Elbows
Roaring through life,
spending down our capital
of fucks to give,
we arrive at the question
"Who cares?" afresh.
Struggling to shed our carapace,
we test limbs--
stretching them into
strange territory.
Besting the ego for once,
we emerge panting and vulnerable
into a new world and realize
this is indeed our first rodeo.
A Wee Ditty
Cradle cap shampoo?
Selsun Blue.
Smells like poo.
Unmoored
Flesh pressed against the hull,
we feel each swell moving under the boat.
"Loose hips save ships," so we strive
to anticipate change and maintain connection.
We dance upon a surface that blinds us
with light and buoys our freight.
Navigating the margin between breath and death,
we are a small craft on a large body of water.
Parenthood
This devotional practice.
Its sweep and heft,
scope and breadth,
staggers the heart.
Ever unspooling.