Most mornings are a cereal bowl
Of kryptonite that withers my fragile will
Rots my confidence like a spring snowbank —
I’m whipped by salted words, hot with prepubescence,
So I retreat into Clark Kent clothes and awkwardness
And scream into the testing with a stomp and a fist down
But on the quiet of a walk under sunshine, he matures,
Watching and naming birds of spring on the black wires;
While he tends the breakfast bacon and begins to cook;
Or on a baseball diamond coached and corrected
To be his best and feel the strength of stars inside.
In those collected moments, a sun sits against the night —
A solar wind in the sky ignites those kindled memories,
Lighting my dreams when my wife shares that, all the while
He imagines me: “Super Pop” the man I someday want to be.
Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).
Today’s prompt: Day Eight: “Today, name your alter-ego, and then describe him/her in detail. Then write in your alter-ego’s voice. Maybe your alter-ego is a streetwise detective, or a superhero, or a very small goldfinch. Whoever or whatever your alternate self may be, I hope this prompt lets you stretch both your writing skills and your self-knowledge.”
30 Poems in 30 Days
All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck
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