Tuesday, November 15, 2016

some superheroes



Dauntless and selfless
You stand watch.
The last to sleep,
First to wake.
Always on guard.

You move amongst us
In sometimes secret ways
At dark hours
Around sharp edged
Fallen dangers
That squeak, and beep,
And really really hurt heels.

Measured footsteps falling
Too close to
that special thing
that should have been
put in a special space.
And why don't they
ever put thier s#!+ away!

Why would they?
The precious want to be
found.
Besides, finding the lost
Broken ,tumbled, tossed and
In need of mending,
Is part of your grand purpose.
Who else could
See these things?

Super powered
Supervision
Goes beyond x rays.
It stretches and flows
Through memory
Into sacred moments.
Travels in time,
Make past a present
-A gift given often
That then flees again.
Behind the couch
Under the bed
Into the backpack.

Thank goodness!
Because you want to be,
Because you have to be,
And just because,
You are everywhere.
No secret, your identity
is known, all of it.
Not masked nor caped
And
To those in your care
Hero status means little.
As long as
their dreamy innocence
Is protected by
The most powerful
Person in their universe.

How unremarkably amazing
It would be
To have your own hero
Reading stories before bed
Doing pickup after school
And making KD for dinner.
Some superheroes
Clock in and out
Chasing the minimum
Waging battle between
Me time and ‘thee’ time
-Not you.

False calls happen
You fly in,
Them dreaming.
Or mumbling,
Or wrestling
With dark thoughts
And crying out.
Still best to check up,
Tuck in and
Peck lightly.

Other times,
You, called to action
Lifting fever like broken bridges
From your lips to their
Forehead
The cooling whisper.
An illness broken.
A day saved.
Some superheros
Track win loss
Like stock markets.
But winlosswinlossswin in
Its metronomic meter
Throws shade on shine
And sure to unsure.
Lost footage of meltdowns
Pieces of glass and iron
Falling, tumbling
My god it was only a toy...
Sure that action looks great
On film, but, the truth
About superheros
Is that there’s
No marvel in the work
No justice in their league
It just is what it is.

When true heros do get
Caught on film-
No poses, no pretense,
No pauses, few witnesses.
Hugs and kisses
Pay the debt in full.
Public works of
Private love is never work.
And in private
Your labour never ended.
Nor could it.

This little big planet
Is under your
Protection
Mom teacher
Actor mentor
Guardian angel.
Future battles not
Worth stating, not
Withstanding the beauty
Of now.
Your fond, small followers
Smiling and safe.

They are your origin story,
Standing together
Moving in opposite
Making futures of your past,
Passed presence
Now sends them safely,
Securely,

Forward.
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