Scattered under many ages
Many ages of the moon
Many ages of the lover
My vehicle was named after her
She, a name representing beautiful
A replacement that floats me across highways across county lines
Across countries of love
I hear her purr
Like a cat
A season of the cat plays on the radio
I sing along
My voice getting rustic and even and soar
I think of the time we played in the tree and I fell, breaking my wrist and mom was young and screamed and I was rushed to the ER
I made it through the dangers of youth
I slipped on the back of Dad’s truck and cut between the corner of my eye and temple
Mom and dad rushed me to Dr. Golden
“Hold still son” he tells me. He was an old doctor with thick gray hair
I got through it
The dangers of youth
I make it to my late twenties
I am in Manhattan looking up
The twin towers smoking
People fall from the sky
People of New York falling from the sky
It was a Tuesday
I had dreams of being a movie star
A messianic Jewish lady with a beautiful face, approaches and hands me an evangelical flyer
Times are changing and God is speaking. Jesus loves you and listen to God’s warning and be loved
God speaks
Hear God speak
I continue looking up
Glass, paper and shattered steal almost and cruelly and gently and nearly easily and at times undulate and float over Wall Street and it is all heading toward me. Me. Small in this city of endless steal, concrete and super skyscrapers. Still I sense these objects from glass, paper and steal chase me, almost falling in me as I now sleep and dream
And
The smell of burning metal
Remains in me and this scent
In this memory
I got through it
The dangers of youth
They say a man goes through stages. He crawls on all fours as a baby. Mumbles and learns his words for speech. Plays characters and finds an identity and then becomes the lover which he hangs on to and then a soldier which he learns to fight and then the pantaloon with thick glasses and still he hangs onto the lover. No one escapes the age of love
I stand near the towers and feel the lover inside me and I want to continue to love and I must go on, I say
More to come my beautiful diving dove
More to come