It’s All Good
My birthday once again comes out of nowhere
and I think of 45 degree angles, splitting a corner
in equal portions of two gorgeous halves.
I think of calves and I’m alive again,
calves on a spring morning long ago
on cobblestones beneath the dogwoods of my youth.
There are many reasons to sigh but old love
is not worth it. I would rather sip this beer
after work and scratch a good itch
to the music of my guitar. There is light streaming
everywhere this afternoon, and more reason
for love than at any time since the dawn of history.
I mean to walk, to walk through ancient Rome
right now with sunglasses on is all I can do for a good
line of tinker and tong. Tinker with that I say.
If you don’t think it’s possible, you haven’t lived.
Give the old city a chance say the sirens.
I just heard them singing, and they are great.
Make love in the back seat. Crank it up.
You know you want to.
Do it till it hurts and then slip into your favorite
boxers after a long shower. There is that novel
I’ve been waiting to undress. There are two lovers
I spent the evening with that need a little kiss.
There are my boys, walking out the door.
They don’t always need me anymore.
And I am glad. It would be never be right
for love to hold anyone back. Give them
your best line and try to make it right.
Keep God involved, and pray it’s alright.
It’s all good. It’s all right.