The clouds..

..in Northern California are full and heavy
over the bay, pierced by double rainbows
and moist cushions
kind of like how i feel heaven

my friend is the same now
after forty years of life
so rich and moist
heavy with time

wise with the years
having wrung every thing from each moment

i see how caution keeps a watcher
me, a watcher,
as i finally step into the arena

an open heart can steady and balance
a body overblown and
goodnaturedly vengeful
simply paying back the disregard of youth
with the fuck you of age

bodies fall away
even in the fullness of decay
and eyes still pierce and skewer
and know where they belong just beneath
the heart

i am so young
time collapses and
arms cradle
and crush