For My Bubby

Steady hands, honest gazer

I crave to etch words in your marble

 

Love to make my mark

where it shall remain

and if it

peaks

dips

circles

 

You’ll touch the infinite cast edges

 

And when I turn away

And when I shut it out

And when I wretch —

to what?

 

I don’t know

 

The conviction

despite feeble veneer

is carved nonetheless

 

And when what I say is love

crazily makes its loop

again and again

 

it’s still a loop

 

gaining strength on many returns

 

and when you wonder

run fingers over the stone

 

know this unbounded love

tries not to be

hesitant

unplugged

booming

raging

 

But sometimes I forget

and sometimes I forget

 

Then: marble

 

One Response to “For My Bubby”

  1. […] here’s the poem I wrote for him a couple anniversaries ago, and now I’m off to do another one. For our 50th, […]

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