Christmas 2007 (The two D's)

Sometimes I’m lost for the trees

There unraveling

Before your very eyes

Disabled and stuttering

I used to run for the woods

Now it's to the basement camp out

Hiding from the thundering demons

Playing board games upstairs

But he looks at me

With eyes unafraid

He doesn’t laugh

Or call me names

Maybe there’s a shinning star

Hidden underneath that armor of casual

A world of compassion

Maybe not so hidden after all

Perhaps before now

I should have guessed

Given the name

With which you’ve been blessed

Such a simple thing:

A moniker

I don’t even have one

I can stick to

Yet it seems to carry something

You two strangers and blessings

Both replete with this phenomenon

That you can stand

With fortitude

Facing the waves

Of my ascending madness

And not even blink

And not even shudder

That’s something, my friend

That’s more than you will ever know.