I

real rough approach
against the crosswinds
this quiet, ominous evening
in the clouds

sort of pulls me backward
like a rogue wave at sea
and a miracle baby
that refused not to breath

who still suckled the fire
from creation’s weary bosom
and experienced more life
than one being deserves…

II

I've seen the world
in rage and wonder:

I’ve held lovers’ hands
through long stormy nights
sweetly giving our hearts
asking nothing in return,

I’ve been a warrior sailor
side by side
with my brothers
keeping hold on the line
trying to survive

III

I’ve dove into the falls
and surged my way back
up to the surface
time and time again!

writing poetry so magic
I have no earthly idea
how the words trickle out
and sometimes find
meaning

far as I’m concerned
I’ve composed a symphony
echoing into the universe
and I welcome the final verse
of this existence
with humble thanks
and a grin