Monday, February 13, 2012


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