We Are Connected
(for Shaaz)
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
beside New York art museums and ballparks
from Woodstock to Mt. Tamaulipas,
between bridges and tunnels
ontop green gray smoky mountains…
yes, 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 and
catching touchdown passes,
drumming in 4/4 hard drivin jazz time,
computing algebraic quadratic equations,
manipulating convoluting puzzles while
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 had learned from son-father truths.
we are links
you and I,
historically
significantly
way back before the dawn of Europe and Africa,
and we are connected
powerfully
righteously
notes harmonizing inside major chords,
primary colors blending inside abstractexpressionist paintings,
occasional competitors bowing to humanity,
modest travelers riding God’s long train to higher ground,
willing keepers of the Light,
Akiva and Maimonides, grateful gardeners
tending generational flowers,
many yet 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 were connected,
our hearts having bonded us,
our struggle together having defined us:
power and independence
experience and discovery
shedding light and blinding sun
your air and my fire,
we were 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.
and we shall remain audaciously connected,
co-beings struggling to breathe,
father and son inevitably joined
tragically kicking each other’s tin can down the road
while forging our own paths,
and all the time understanding
Love is all we’ll ever need
to fuse our link
somewhere approaching that place in eternity,
where Fathers and Sons
emerge from all ages
to sit down together
at the feet of God.