I sat with him
On a hulking steal runway
Talking or not
Watching always
Enjoying
The billowing blue
The pattern breaks
The perpetual Pacific
Runs beneath us and
Our dangling dogged limbs
Smelled of tangent truth
And unabashed love, unspoken
The wind whispered strong
Secrets to us two
The only people to hear them
He twitched, a byproduct
Of a summer time stroke
Kept time with the clouds
And sun as they moved
Overhead like silky shadows
My bell bottom pants
Whistled and shook
Carried deftly along
By forward progress, wind
And the work of others
I was on top
Of a floating world
Small, my Grandfather
Sat beside me, and
Together we watched
He squinted in the face
Of his old friend
The Sun, greeted him
warmly in return, they
being great friends
He looked to me,
Saw the trim of
Tattoos and tears
Of one meant for
a long sea voyage
I saw pride in
Those timeless eyes
Pride which I can
Carry with me
And measure myself
Pride which one day
I hoped
To look back and see
That with great effort
I lived up to
