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