A Hero Inside

A poem

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

A lanky figure, our boy.

Arms twisting about like Carob pods

hair brushed down like a willow in the rain, no weeping.

Grin baring teeth that could chuck wood,

defiantly like only a woodchuck would.

Left pocket full of gum, right full of dreams,

heir of a wondering spirit wishes upon the mighty sea

for perilous journeys and outings around,

over and under acrid marshes, moldy groves.

A house, a yard, a realm hidden inside,

flower by flower, meandering bee.

Knees on cobblestones, feet on grass, hands climbing up trees,

our hero steps and leaps and glides.

Our scrawny boy, meager kite in the sky of his making.