what is your presence in the world
before you are born

big house large yard dog behind the fence
you walk along its edge you have learned to walk

you say a prayer
a prayer of the un-believer

touch the right side of your
unshaven face you have learned to touch

one day leads to the next
then one day it won't

taking notes writing poems
learning to forget your name

there are moments in your life that feel like a punch in the nose but come hell or high water you take your daily walks in your city the one you know and love the streets that you feel by the veins in your hand and every now and then you experience a moment that knocks you on your ass in wonder and joy every now and then you go like fucking wow