A Prayer in Spring Time

here is a Jumping Feeling in my chest
My soul is doing jumping jacks
warming up for backflips and summersaults

That I'm Alive
That its summer, that it is green
that my enemies are few and my friends are many
that my family is loving and my community supportive

That i know so much and yet so little
That i can feel my toes
and smell through my nose
and make childish rhymes and noises and ideas
and not be embarrassed about it

I'm joyful for peanut butter on a spoon
or an apple or a banana
and tuna fish with mayonnaise
and chocolate chip cookies with milk at the end of a sad day
and hot chocolate on a cold one

I'm joyful because music can change my mood
and books can take me away
and i want to be famous
but i'm joyful because I'm not

The world is uncertain, and answers are few
but my soul is smiling
so i must be doing something right.

Man

Look at this man

stare, gawk, ogle him

his proud blue in tatters

his vibrant red in shreds

his powers were super in days when men were

pure evil

and

unequivocal good

when madmen and bad men made hobbies of

warning of their dastardly deeds and

creating escapable death traps

and luaghed as they robbed banks and

never shot anyone

oh that he could give a glance

a single glance

and refreeze the ice caps

but his fortress of solitude is melted

and you really can never go home again

"fly!" you might urge

"fly to the sun! regain your strength!"

and he will smile and shake his head

and point to a recent study on UV rays

and the evergrowing danger of melenoma

if you sit with him he'll tell you

about children starving in kenya and dying in sudan chechnia

about rockets in palestine and bullets in belgrade

and lawsuits and lawyers litigating absolute justice

he cant save them all

he is tired and alone

and if he gives everything he has

who will save superman?