Defying Impending Gravity

Worlds become,
Whether by the oregano and garlic aroma,
Or
The eagle’s screech on high,
A distant parental swell of a daughter’s little league score.
Or
A boy’s first job,
The brown bags with milk bottle on the bottom,
Wonder Bread on top,
A cheery “Have a nice day, Mrs. Gilbert,”
Or
Discovered independence brought forward
By Tropic of Cancer’s ink and paper visions,
Or
An off-base Tijuana week-end pass,
Uniform pressed,
Marksman medal polished,
Old Spice weather pattern alight,
Reality’s first XXX presentation,
Painted eyes eliciting compassion,
Where just yesterday, Penthouse and Playboy pages ruled.

To remember the boy of curiosity,
Now a man of resolve,
Conjures classic images,
Housed now behind
Surreal windows,
Doors,
Foreshadowed urns of origins.

Questioning of another kind
Makes buoyant the cushion of consciousness,
Defying impending gravity,
Asking again of the heart ever faithful,
“Will I be ready to accept
Time’s next determination for me?”