04/02/20 My Little Hero
I haven’t exactly passed a kidney stone,
nor was I afraid to meet it.
I waited,
almost patiently,
to see its gnarly smile
as it bent me like that,
as though I was the only dandelion
left standing
in a treacherous storm.
Sitting there,
with a thousand contingency plans for revolutions,
and the revolutions that would follow them,
I named it…
My little stone,
my little
personal
piece of history,
a record of doubt
meditation
and longing,
all those days ago
when I was hurting,
thinking about the gods to come
and when again I would yearn to sit alone.
My little, hero,
passing through the rain,
all shields like that,
and glass;
look at all a man must do to be prepared to meet you