WHAT I DRAW FOR YOU
For Dad (and everyone)
Good health thrubbing in you
like the newness of a fetus
the calmness of
a heavy curtain of sleep
closing your eyelids
or whatever accounts
for well-rested awakenings
Like seasons clock the year
good health in you
Fluid ease into Spring
that wet warm earthy breathing
and at the other end of the year
clenched cold that strengthens,
regulates us
What I draw for you now is
not just theoretical chalk
but our own Simon’s world
made in living real color
Propolis
rosining my bow
on a cello
getting the best
of upswing
and down
Learned ear and capable fingers
A super intelligent hedge fund manager
Reality as system elevated, system exercised,
exorcised of illness
Vivaldi’s seasons
with salad, fruit,
whole grain bread
and lentil soup
Good health enduring in you
like a perpetual motion machine
or at least a long lived one, the
cathartic oxygenating after
great aerobic workouts
The syrup of your blood able,
capable, hardy, strong
and stable
~ Lady