Sitting here, on these old porch steps, that I have always known
A weathered stoop, with gray-painted floorboards
The creaks and groans, the flaws and chips, so familiar to my hand
I've come to some conclusion,
and I'm surprised to understand,
how well I know each board, each slat,
the shape, the size, the warps, the cracks
each rusty nail, ....
but not the facts of you.
Oh yes, I've seen a glimpse or two,
in photographs, I have a few...
I see a robust man, in yellowed hues, of vintage stock...
A house, a barn, and land is strewn with stones to move.
You stand behind a plow and horse, in coveralls,... a mustache too .
I do recall, so vaguely gray, as gray as slats beneath my hand...
a jolly man, your wrinkled face,
with smile, a laugh, a loving way
A dream I have, or is it real?
Is that me when I was two? Sitting here, beside you then?
Or is it just my wish to know... more than just a trace of you?
I never knew the man you were, your hopes your dreams...
the thousand schemes that brought you to these rocky slopes
so far from where your hopes began
Where steep cliffs rose and seas were blue.
I look beyond those furrowed rows,...
where grasses grow in amber waves
to ponder how it came to be....
that I am me,....
who came from you;
a man I never knew.
Inspired by Craig Cornish's Contest: 'The Most Facinating Person I Never Knew'
(To watch the youtube video recitation:)