Seriously Sunlit

Don’t force the bud?
As if you could.
But funny how you think you can.
Lately you’ve been Superman.

You’ve rallied round an inner voice –
you’re not sure that you had the choice:
this June move’s got you galvanized –
and as you’ve slowly realized

a vision, skimmed it from the foam
of dreams, and made it home –
and barreled down the avenues
with bags and carts of books and shoes

and as you’ve felt testosterone
rage through you like a grand cyclone –
reclaimed your manhood yet again
in ways – well, you remember when

a couple times before
you felt a kindred inner war
with both sides winning –
revolutionary – spinning

light retakes on sin: denuding
darknesses of their deluding
sillinesses – made a joke
of every surreptitious poke

and innuendo: well, today
a seriously sunlit life has got its way
and chosen you to live it.
You get it, and you give it.


.