Son Parallelismus Membrorum Poems

This brisk, sunny March morning, I return from delivering my son to his adult daycare van.  

Upon opening The Norwich Times, I delight to...

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My favored Muse
mysteriously asks
muted
kinda sexist
win/lose 
either/or 
complex bilateral questions.

Oppositional
defiant
nearly despairing quests
exploring why I have yet to find
Faith
Hope
or delightful Joy
as names for a boy

Who might be...

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Said the Palestinians
to their Israeli neighbors
singing and dancing
karaoke on the Strip

I wish I knew
how to pursue
dual citizenship
as readily
as you

To which Israelis
responded to their Muslim neighbors
dancing...

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May all sacred,
but not quite omnipotent,
fathers learn this day
as we impatiently correct
our stress-disordered sons

That respect is earned,
so maybe disrespect is too
positive and negative layered
for and...

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My youngest
of three AfricanAmerican adopted sons
has profound nonwhite
nonstraight
nonverbal cerebral palsy.

Profound
in at least not being privileged
or victimized
by internal LeftBrain dominance,
violent micro-aggressions,
zero-sum competitive thinking

Either positively True and...

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Tetelestai! For it's already done 
Praise and glory be to the Holy One 
The enemy's already trampled on 
And triumphantly doomed to destruction. 

Tetelestai! For...

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