You, I’ll Still Adore

One of the four poems from my class last semester. Had the privilege to learn under the wing of D.A. Powell and ended up walking away with much more than I had anticipated. Grew as a writer, as a person of feeling and emotion, and as a bystander of life. (He has a new collection out, Useless Landscape, Or A Guide For Boys. Take a look!) This poem is titled, You I'll Still Adore, but I will also post my three other finals titled-- 1.Red 2. Befog and 3. Nothing But The Best (A celebration of Frank Sinatra using only his song titles) Anyways, here is the first one!

You, I’ll Still Adore

My greatest fear dwells beyond my control,

so I am stuck watching the silver lined nimbi withhold

without a sensible cause.

The land grows thirsty but the population is quenched

with the product of their greed.

I’ll continue to pray.

Nightfall is more frightful than the days I spend alone. By midnight,

I cannot sleep and I start my journey east.

Posted at the furthest reach of pier 39, on the edge of my toes,

I wait.

By 5am my knuckles are white with surrender,

but the first burst of light is the re-birth of hope they need.

I know she is getting tired. There will come a day that I wont want

the touch of carpet on the soles of my feet,

but her feet might wear out before mine. We watch her walk.

Now, as cumuli and strati disperse overhead,

and the tickle of green works its way up my back.

My hand sits, fingers bloomed, waiting for your palm.

And as we watch the sun slip off to sleep, I’ll make sure

to remind you.