Kim Bonaventure- Three poems

A FATHER AND A SON  (for Peter, Sr.)

And now down the darkened road
I feel my heart beating a little
faster against my chest.

There is an unknown beyond the
shadows and the light.  I hesitate
and freeze.

It could be the rain.  A chill is
in the air.  Then again, it may be
fear.

I reach my hand upward.  Mine
so tiny in yours.  Yours so
gentle yet strong.

You clasp my fingers and feel the
fear within their strength.  No words
are spoken, but I hear your certainty.

Suddenly, I am warmed.  All is well.
We are moving in the right
direction.

Looking straight ahead, we proceed
on our journey.

Today.
Tomorrow.
Forever.

You are my father.  I am
your son.



INAUGURATION 

For all the seasons that
lie within us
the wish to blossom,
pop
       spring
                 and
                       tumble

to the white softness that our
souls integrate into the
streams of eternity.

Reciprocal now
standing in front of
the Deity
who decides for us

all.



STANDING  

tall, erect in a manner
that seems to disturb the
mediocrity of the day,

particular to the cause
of so many deluded in
their sleep or the

stupor which seems to
brand a certain posture
ignorant of all matter

yet
searching for more
fodder -- every day --
endlessly passing itself off as

the truth yet relishing
in the opaque

as
the sun sets itself on
another day hoping to
bring a tomorrow

of certainty to the cause

-- the truth --

meant to
elevate and educate
those
soon to blossom and

stand tall.