Sandals at the Gate

Poor little raggedy child,

      "Never be any better than your Father."

Such a sorry state,
      Mmm hmm,
Such a sorry, sorry state!
What’s the matter,
Can't ya dream boy?
Can't you find faces
In the clouds?
Sure you can...
        "Probably all you're good for.
                     Day-dreamin'!"

O yes ma'am!
I can dream!

I see stars exploding
Light-years away,
Flying like lightening
       Through space and time,

Ions and particles smaller than you, smaller than me
On their way
      Through ten thousand thousand
              Years and miles.

I can see them in the clouds.
         I can feel them
Pierce my skin,

Leaving pieces inside of me
And taking me with them,

Changing me,
      Making me
            more me;

Making me the universe's child.

I stare at the moon sometimes,
beams so lovely and
So sweet to the touch.
I am star child,
            Moon child,
And I belong right here where I'm standing.

I am the moon
Watching myself
              In the dome of the sky,
Reminiscing about my beauty
And feeling my pull
            in the tide.

          I know my place,
          I know where I belong.

'Cause somebody's mother said
                    'Yes!'
            When the thunder called,

And God heard,
And remembered his people.

Tags: poetry, cantos, annunciation