Belligerent Poetry

in the moment

always it is in the moment of things
that we feel most free
when we can give no thought
to any other place we'd dream to be.

in soft seconds hanging from a pipe
the morning not yet come
to find us with its light
heavy arms holding up
a young boy's body
in the night.

on a building years later
showing no one the sheet of paper
the mailman brought him from her
wondering why it'd taken so
long to share.

in a tree for one ageless day
laughing in his own soft way
no one else able to really see
as below friends holler
"hey kid come play."

these places in our lives
set us free despite ourselves
let us live without questioning
what or who we've come to be.

-2.6.03