To You Old Man
By Jeff Mato Pejuta Tanka Otterman
January 3, 2014
words fall out on a board like the letters to a game
feelings, thoughts, and meaning give existence of kissing, kneeling, and world peace
poets allow the wind to blow their words to a space in a sentence on a piece of paper that gets lost
Why does love startle men to weep in the neck of a woman?
stories use the words the poet rejected but a pawn delights in words longer than 10 letters
an old white haired man that was quiet, soft spoken
always shouts when his hand stops moving in the rhythm of complaining
this isn’t a poem, no. this isn’t a poem or a story. It might be a prayer or soliloquy of gratitude
in the deepness of the biting winter and in the sadness of our faint summer memory
grandfather stands smiling arms open waiting to embrace and turns to walk away forever
having forgotten that his hand ever wrote a word or his voice ever said my name
cherished honor rests on my shoulders while Roland’s horn is ever your laughter played on my heart.