Sunday, February 1, 2015

Maria and Jesus



DaNae Maria said she took
time coming into this world
because she wanted to listen
to the beat of my heart,
as if it were the strum of
a mountain dulcimer.

Nikolas Jesus, self-proclaimed
master of his own destiny,
carved down my tunnel
like a clawhammer banjo—
fingers flying in
an intricate harmony.

DaNae Maria, like a song,
a joyful jig
on a star struck eve,
the beginning of a smile,
a graceful waltz,
a miracle of dance.

Niko Jesus, blue eyes blazing,
a painted stallion,
the beat of his heart,
thumping wild like a Bodhran.
His wicked wit
a miracle of laughter.

DaNae Maria continues to take her time,
like a slow guitar rift,
while Nikolas Jesus, forever faster
like the pounding of a snare drum
ejected out of our lives.
A seatbelt would have saved him.

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