THE LATE BLOOM

LATE BLOOM

remember that puppet that you were

who thought himself

a real boy

still only a boy

remember

like the perusal of hate mail

postal telepathy

like flipping through cellophane 

photo albums of many names

distant / detached / unmarred 

remember how you had

not known

then, floating on airs

ig'nant clueless willful

constantly fair

a pebbled garden

self / sacrificed fool

still only a boy

and like all in their youth

selfishly optimistic

a wide bellow

for the world and untoward

night

still this 

life's / tangled strings

(tug & pulling)

with Geppetto's fermented footing

precariously nimble

and that boy was quite...

agreeable to a fault

happy to oblige a fly

yet something else 

had its gravity 

(pride for tiger stripes)

and taunt

there within : an invisible string

to keep true

be mindful

be cool

(nimble thimbles' cool)

searching  but not...

you will know when you found it

you, perpetual student

open 

as the rain

always with awe

dismissive of the drowning 

a real boy

living the lessons 

of life (Kick ball change)

carrying its weight with 

style & smile

always in all ways in awe

quiet ripples of a dragonfly

on a pond

in a pebbled garden.