The Man I Say I Am

Treetrunk legs and broken pelvis

Fighter’s fingers and poet’s wings

Golden retriever energy and kicked dog childhood

I’m an earthy mess of things

Reluctant supplicant to gods named and unnamed

A heart of wine, ambition, fire

A boy who found a girl’s sweet love

A man who found a wife’s desire

Under and over-therapied

Actualized and immature, barely bloomed at all.

I am winter, I am spring

But I how I loved the summer and the fall.