A Poem is a Boy {Day 2}

A poem is a boy

knob-kneed and elbowed

rolling downhill all aslant

the green of grass in his hair and in his years

A poem is a boy

who draws a car driving along the deck of Noah’s Ark

and notices the moon is a smile

and every stick is a sword

every rock a treasure

every bug a new friend

and dirt is an accessory worn with glee

A poem is a boy

who bulldozes potatoes

excavates peas from a mound of casserole

and paves the table chair and floor with crumbs

A poem is a boy

who lifts up rugs to find bugs

and lifts up arms to be held

and lifts up voice to sing songs unknown to human ears

A poem is a boy

whose rhyme is the path from sandbox to water hose and back again

whose rhythm is in pounding feet on the stairs and around the kitchen

whose line is measured in Lego bricks and train tracks and Matchbox cars

whose stanza break is sleep

A poem is

a boy.