we are connected

you were first imagined

mango sweet beaches

east west hemispheres

long before our eyes met

before your voice was clear and strong

blowing in from the music of my decades,

long before our eyes met

along red purple canyon walls

inside New York art museums and ballparks

from Woodstock to Mt. Tamaulipas

between bridges and tunnels

ontop green gray smoky mountains…

the sweet sky…

you are my life’s ultimate work

you were imagined

all of you

crawling to consider birthday books

counting steps in different languages

munching on sweet Bermuda onions

sipping apple juice through the night

tricking allopathic doctors

stealing little league bases

catching touchdown passes

drumming in 4/4 hard drivin jazz time

computing algebraic quadratic equations

manipulating convoluting puzzles

delighting your teachers

swimming pool laps

reciting the Four Questions

gracing Saudi Arabian mosques

soothing your sweet Mother’s worries

your Father’s mistakes,

and playing this life for all its worth

long before our eyes met

long after our eyes have learned from simple truths

we are links

you and I

historical

meaningful

way back before the dawn of Europe

we are connected

powerfully

righteously

notes blending inside major chords

primary colors blending abstractexpressionist paintings

competitors bowing to humanity

modest travelers riding God’s long train to higher ground

keepers of the Light

historians

grateful gardeners tending flowers

many still to be born

you and I

we were connected

long before our eyes met

when you read your first book

before you first cried away from the womb

after you crossed the finish line

since your first kiss

for all time

we have been connected

our hearts bond us

our struggle together defines us

power and independence

experience and discovery

shedding light and blinding sun

your air and my fire

we are connected

not only because of blood

in spite of it

not because of laws

in spite of them

not because of man

in spite of him

we are audaciously connected

co-beings struggling to breathe

son and father inevitably joined

tragically kicking each other’s tin can down the road

forging our own paths

all the time knowing

love is all we need

to complete the link

somewhere close to eternity

when fathers and sons

emerge from all ages

to sit down together

at the feet of God

Delray Beach

July, 2011

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