a poem for the birth of my saint
we turn
leaning into the road
leaning into the road
that snarls and portends
empty threats and fearful blind spots.
i wrap my arms
clutching to your grandfather's
worn leather jacket.
we lean into the turns.
my hair whips my face,
i loose my stomach,
it irritates me that i have to yell.
i have to hide in your shoulder,
my knuckles hurt with trying to hold on.
my knuckles hurt with trying to hold on.
my sunglasses crunch on the pavement behind me.
but still
we lean into the turns.
for a while,
i could ride on my own.
right next to you
and we would be
separate together.
but still,
we lean into the turns.
i pulled ahead of you
overly cocky and full of adrenaline
but i leaned too far.
and yet again
wasn't careful enough with myself.
you pulled up behind me,
blocked all oncoming traffic
grinned as i insisted on doing it myself.
The gentle sexy way you pick me up
and put me on the back of your ride.
Preserving my confidence,
loving my weakness.
Preserving my confidence,
loving my weakness.
but still.
and yet
again,
and yet
again,
we lean into the turns.
Happy 32nd Birthday, Bubba.
Your remarkable soul is so, so good.
Now let's go get a drink.
Your remarkable soul is so, so good.
Now let's go get a drink.
14 comments:
Sniffling as I dole out handfuls of banana & cheerios.
Amen. Happy day of birth indeed.
Happy Thirty second to your saint...what a lovely post Candace! : )
joel is as lucky to have you as you are to have him. you two have a beautiful thing
xoxo
Please remind Joelio that, although we don't see him nearly enough, we really love him.
Happy Birthday Sainty Saint!!!
I am very fortunate indeed to have you in my life, my dear girl.
I am very fortunate indeed to have you in my life, my dear girl.
I am very fortunate indeed to have you in my life, my dear girl.
the warmest birthday wishes to you Joel from us here. We still haven't got over our visit to your neck of the woods, the way you doted on us and put us up as friends and comrades, the tea and conversation, the colour spectrum books, board games, squirrel feed, the love you have for your wife and your kin, thank you thank you...
and candace, your poetry took my breath away.
Happy Birthday to the Saint! And beautifully written. A love to look up to.
I like your poems.
Joining Jen in the sniffling. Only no banana or cheerios. Love you Candace. Love you brother. So glad you had the sense to marry each other. Joel, thanks for loving my Candace so well. You are genuinely talented at caring for people.
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