Fireside

This is a poem by my friend Kevin Paul.

 

Fireside

I like cold beer and noisy housewives

and little kids with rosy cheeks

who tell the truth. And good friends

who embarrass me and see all the things

that made me blind. I want to hold your

hand and walk in the park and get caught

up in your wheel of life. A thousand

little universes, the peaceful kingdoms,

the soft places to land.  I want to find

your comfort, that easy fireside existence.

I’ve seen so many glimpses of that tender

moment, soft sunlight in straight lines,

desire, and the most vulnerable of  hopes.

~ by Jonathan on February 19, 2008.