My first opposite friend had
green eyes; bright eyes; eyes to see
and shine against the daily, dull,
common attitudes attached to common people.
Understanding eyes, like gentle speech
wrapped like blankets around cold-bitten cries.
Though he could be silent,
offer a game,
and convince me I won by my own strength.
Leap-frog checkers—one jump, then two;
planting his pieces—spaced just right
to allow me to rise again and again.
He picked me up
by laying down—
Sacrifice for confidence.
With his light-filled eyes full of
reflection towards me,
he kept me in check—kept me close
and built my bridge by his