It is just as it reads-

a poem… to appease

a desperate call for youthful conviction and

mature volition

to live confidently, positively, and without

negativity.

But is this realistic?

 

I’m a Romantic by nature- that’s

transcendental in all things creative.

It seeps thorough even into my realistic,

scientific endeavors.

For the sake of this reply, however, let me exude

my efforts to bridge this gap.

 

This is to you, Mr. Mali-

a teacher, a poet, a father- from a fan…

or (if you please) a long standing admirer-

it is a poem after all- lets get poetic with these phrases…

I hope I’ve convictively expressed enough to you

what I am for…

 

I am for the universe.

Not in some spiritual or spectral

allegory,

but the actual universe!

Its expansion, the gravity, the theoretical

entities

that drive my enthusiastic curiosities.

For whom we are as terrestrials and

those beautiful moments for Not having

it all figured out… and that’s O.K.

 

I am for independence.

Hard work,

dedication,

freedom to think and the courage to express it.

The wisdom to change and keep an open mind

and an open heart.

To recognize it- independence- and alone are not synonyms,

and not acting on my own advice.

 

Nature…

and the correlation every spec of (in)animate

and organic thing between us and infinity

has some kind of connection.

Regardless of scalable significance.

 

I am for reading.

For a new love affair with every kind of narrative.

The untangling of Dickinson, theorizing with Emerson, referencing Diamond and

laughing with Gaiman…

hurting with Alexie, learning from Tyson, adventuring with Brown, love with Gruen,

and flirting with James.

 

I am for parallels and complex intellectual themes.

Words-

OH- I am for words!

The perpetual balderdash of neologisms and veracious utterances

expressed in human vernaculars!

For monologues violently whelved beneath the stomach until a serendipitous

 paroxysm of words transmutes a literate scheme-

An extension of yourself made tangible by publishers…

Provided the bric-a-brac of vocabulary can be controlled.

 

Saying something is beautiful,

in more or less words, with contrition is

more than superficial.

The phenomenal genetically expressed protein that

makes these Sapien remarks real…

well, it almost makes my gibberish renderings sensical.

Maybe not.

But back to the point-

No negativity thus far- so, here’s what else I’m for:

 

I am for inceptive, lucid dreaming.

A world- my world- a world subconsciously constructed for my internal self

that I can destine upon my willful command.

And waking up to soft morning dawns in

the East facing windows-

the warmth through the shades.

 

The silence from snowy nights in winter-

its hymn sings just for me.

Its grace on the dermis is becoming a rare

pleasantry.

 

The warmth of smooth Tennessee Whiskey.

How it emulates subcutaneously

And the petrichor of freshly damp Earth in autumn.

 

I am for Geocaching- responsibly, of course.

Rules are important. Let’s connect by

not connecting and enjoy the interlude of

crossing different timelines to say hi by

a GPS and recycled Altoids tins...

 

I’m for the environment.

So many forms of conservation…

Protect the animals, the forests, the oceans, the climate…

Protect it all!

 

I am for Heritage... and Museums.

Though, the breaking of my heart

echoes

off the displayed imperialism.

Education through visualization and cultural repatriation.

Provenience collected straight from the dirt,

and creating a solution against

rooters whose swineful glutton

respects a penny more than the past.

 

I am for teaching and learning.

And I hope that never changes.

 

I am for defying

gravity.

A secret not commonly known to humans

is that it is in fact true to transcend

Newton.

 

One way is by the mountains.

The grueling, cursing, wrenching pain of

the sublime

forced into your blood by the

igneous beasts as you ascend their looming vertical forms.

Then, summit to the awe of the horizon-

weightless and numb to the Earth.

To be a transparent eyeball… to view without existing.

 

And the other you may ask…?

Is Equally, if not more dangerous- more fatal to life

if you fall, but levitates you to:

The truth beyond physics…

love.

 

I am for the peace.

Peace with the balance that comes with

all life-

the beginning and the end.

What or whenever it may be.

 

That is what I am for.

 

Thanks for the prose, Mr. Mali.