Our childhood walks within our lives
Self-conscious in church
Anxious to do right
Seen but not felt
Such a good boy | such a nice pretty girl
shame shushed and set on a shelf
no speech, no sign
Kneeling in a pew
And also with you
Unable to mount the faceless, hold-less granite cliff between
filius et pater above.
Our child walks hooded within our lives
Quiet as a scar
Painful as a platitude
Lonely as the sun
Insistent as an itch
Dirty inconvenient feet
leaving sand in the entryway and soil on the carpet
We are deaf and numb to their presence
Until that good kid beckons us down into
a bone gray depression in the earth
a dank grave
waiting like a tangle-haired doll
in need of simple company
Our childhood walks within our lives
Let's play.
Self-conscious in church
Anxious to do right
Seen but not felt
Such a good boy | such a nice pretty girl
shame shushed and set on a shelf
no speech, no sign
Kneeling in a pew
And also with you
Unable to mount the faceless, hold-less granite cliff between
filius et pater above.
Our child walks hooded within our lives
Quiet as a scar
Painful as a platitude
Lonely as the sun
Insistent as an itch
Dirty inconvenient feet
leaving sand in the entryway and soil on the carpet
We are deaf and numb to their presence
Until that good kid beckons us down into
a bone gray depression in the earth
a dank grave
waiting like a tangle-haired doll
in need of simple company
Our childhood walks within our lives
Let's play.