Found

 

Nancy

 

 

Born

Found wanting

Discarded

 

The bitter essence

Of my first

Finding

 

The blessings of the second

Life and

Love and

Respect and

A man

Benevolent and wise

To name me

Son

I know myself

Most honestly

In my Father’s

Finding

 

My family

Finds  

Other definitions

Who I am

Try to be

To each of them

 

I am

More

 

I feel it

The me

I am

Within

Craving manifestation

Demanding

The right of

Presence

Cramped in

One person’s finding

The compilation of all

Findings

 

I think

Wholeness

Knowledge of oneself

May be

Approached  

Sensed

Most perfectly

Only in

Consuming passion

Tender emotions

Touch

Only in

Commitment

Only in

Love

 

This awareness

Within a love

Of breadth

Depth

Courage

Ever beyond possibility

For me

 

I can but wish

Surely fool’s fancy

A stranger

Delaying his course

Unafraid

This face

These hands

One

Of caring heart

And thoughtful gaze

Might share

A finding

Resume his journey

Leave me

To analyze

A tint

A newness

In this composition

I imagine to be

Me

 

 ~

 

Moonbeams

Drip

From spindled branches

Weighed with April buds

Eased aside

Granting passage

Who I am or

What

Of no import

I walk

Night-silent pathways

Splash through

Puddles

Light’s faux art

No complaint

No welcome

Nothing

No one

To reflect a

Finding

 

Or

Alarm

 

Where grass and ground recognize

Neither footstep

Nor blood

Spectral sentinels consort

Their dewy weavings

Swathe

A body

Life threatened but not destroyed

Fragile in my arms

The long way home

I cannot know

I carry

Every perfect dream

Of every perfect tomorrow

 

Love

Has

Found

Me

 

no greater gift, H