For my son, For his time and all time...

For my son, For this time and all by chris the poet "So boy, don't you turn backssslife for me no crystal stair." -Langston Hughes My friend, Whoever, wherever you are in this world, ny your world, in your pits, cracks, CreviceSeee me as no surprise that you've got a mom you, who carries you and keeps your burdens and hurt s has since the day you were born, She does now, even today, on a downcast Sunday rly afternoon in the Grovesee faybe her requesting a poem fer you is exactly what u'd know her to do--in any case, it's a blessir m count, but I know what it is to lose count, lose the will, to look out amongst the sifting sand grains of goods and ills that surround us, to look out to the crashing waves, and to wonder 'why?' What for? To what end? And... I'm not a priest, an imam, or a rabbi, not a yogi, not even a tree... I'm 2 poet, which means I don't know anything, really $9 fi. 0 al tak <j ° ca: oO ct but I can feel, and the feeling of my experience is you don't need to have anything figured out today, you might feel just as much hurt, struggle, or pain tomorrowee. But you will feel the rest in equal measure, I think the pleasure, the little joys, the idea that ignites an inferno in you, that gets you going, that compels you with a force greater than gravity to let yourself be pulled, to even fall..eforward, through today, to tomorrow, and the next day... Like us all... So rejoice, and fall with us together, my friend, and even if we never land, ‘ perhaps tomorrow, we'll fall through something better... ZZ