Roman

Son Wind

My arms wing out
into my future 
and across my past

I am aloft 
on my current --
my feathers touch
every event 

My fatherhood horizon
dissolves me 

I am stationary 
grounded between within 
and beyond 
elevated finally 
to relative height 

I let my irons cool 
wrinkles twinkle 
sprinkling meaning onto the age 

Five days old 
blown into my years