For Births and Infants:

My Name is Caleb and I am a Heart Breaker

It’s in the way you chew your sun-hat’s strap
and look on us with milky blue eyes
as you push a pink toe
through heaven’s door
to dance a jig in our hearts.

 

To Our Future Newborn

The event already has insinuations of greatness,
your eminent arrival being on this election year’s
election day.  We expect you to appear
with podium in front of your first words.

But most of all we envision your tender heart
opening ever wider to let all possibility
of our love and the world’s to pour in.

 

For the Birth of Twins Poem

The two birds that wung
through my heart spoke
of my highest achievement
being born.
Not once but twice
my dreams were fulfilled
with the power of unspeakable
charms held lightly
as stars streaming through a screen door.

You are the prismed edge of this
brightness I see through eyelashes
when I look for love

of having you.

 

Fortunes :

Fortune Poem:  We are Living in an Eternity. The Time to Be Happy is Today

Today of course is the moment you chose to realize this.
The birds waiting for croissant crumbs
do little to remember their true calling. 
Not lost in TV but the hypnotic spell of buttered crusts.

Eternity is found in the shifting of mind to hear
garbage trucks as gongs,
see the populous of colored shirts
on the street as crowded
roadside flowers of every kind.

 

Fortune Poem:  You Will Soon be Involved in Many Gatherings and Parties

Those events you attended before?
They weren’t your cup of absinthe.
These new gatherings will resemble
the perfect alignment of people
like keys on a piano or
vertebrae rippling like a wave
as one reaches for the temple doors.
Beyond them the incense laden sanctuary
of a private library.
The party will be what you find there,
a riot of inventive chatterboxes
embellishing all possibility.

 

Fortune Poem:  Money and Travel are in Your Future

Or it could be that the money comes from your traveling
to Borneo to document the rarified dances of headhunters
who believe you get whatever you are in for.

Or its alternate universe may emerge
in the form of walking
to the bar of the hotel
where you find a distant
relative of this tribe mixing you a drink
that will blow your head off.

 

 

Love and Marriage:

Wedding

It’s a new start, the opening of a new book.
There are archways of freesia and so much
well-wishing, you are awash with the energy
of thundering waterfalls.

There exists great vows of wreaths
of unending promise
and the reddest roses are pinned
yet closer to your hearts.

 

Love

There’s footsie style,
there’s brave like monkeys
swimming the gulf.
There’s never a space
it does not fill.
Unfortunately there’s only
one you, so we’ll have to figure
how to propagate.
And I’ve got an idea there.

 

Couples

In the Shangri-la of the tub
I envision the misty jungle
with the densely hanging coconuts
and the darting brilliant cockatoos
of my dreams.  You are there
with a machete.  I say “Hold on,
Darling.  We need nothing
of this sort, just your strong
upper arms to sweep me
through the vines, beyond
the fears of every day.
And bring those hairy coconuts.”