Forgive me my familiarity.
For a time, I forgot
Or ignored, Or never knew
The measure of your grandeur.
We laughed and played,
Held hands and fell
And tumbled together,
Amidst nature’s forces.
And now, reposed, like light
Dawning on me, I remember
I acknowledge, and learn anew
The spark, your raging fire
Howling wind and pounding sea
That turns your wheels
Of muscle, bone and sinew.
From my vantage, kneeling
At your feet, your heart and head
Like shrines on my pilgrim path
Zhivago looks over my shoulder
And with my hands, I pay homage
To the part of you that’s larger
Than this vessel you live in.
About the Author
Peter Cooke is an emerging poet who works at a middle school, in the Library, and facilitates an after school poetry for club for kids. Though as yet unpublished, he has the honor of winning first place prizes in several poetry competitions at the Benton County Fair. He is trying to keep his raging ego in check.
