Callen

Dearest Callen~ 
I hope you appreciate this poem from my heart to you!  I love you, Abuela

Because of you I have celebrated

the once abandoned wheelbarrow—

danced alongside of dangerous birds,

resurrected cherished, sacred dreams:

blue and purple, larks and lonely,

captured, taken, spent, forsaken.

All the things that once were

glued down have floated

up.  Now because of all the

tender, brokenhearted echoes

of my ulnar nerve I reach beyond

the sky.  Fear no longer resides in

my dangerous loneliness, can’t haunt

my sullen, awkward imagination.

Instead, it left through the

Window, chased by the cheers

I felt to cry out when the rest of me

Saw you running swiftly—

so Greek and Roman—

made me switch routines:

Vespers in the morning,

Lauds in the evening.

Because of you I have leapt

from boulders, darting over

icy meadows of doubt

because I had to had to had to

if I wanted to believe

in you. Because of you my

faith has meaning.  Life.

And all the things that

Once were marbled taboo

Now are truth and beauty.

Because of my love for you

and you. Because of you.