12.02.15

I am not an extraordinary man
my hands will not inspire the future
I will not create great change.
I accept it.
I am an every-man
I cannot lift the largest weights,
I struggle with the crossword puzzle.
I am not satisfied until it hurts.

I am a man who bathes in desperate love.

I get impatient at traffic lights,
grocery store lines, customer service desks.
I have trouble concentrating
and I can feel my stamina melting
like the winter ice in spring time.

But inside me,
there is this great love
waiting to be connected
to another's great love.
a love that carries poetry through the winds
to land on another's soul
a love that is prideful
and boasts of what it has discovered

I am not an extraordinary man
but I keep going on
willing to accept the hand I am dealt
all the while wishing, for a moment
where just I alone may be enough.