Scaffolding
by Joe Bisicchia
I finish the workday at this cornice in this poem, not yet done.
And by shared pattern, maybe show my son how to scale a mountain.
A son I am of a master bricklayer, and tomorrow, I shall write skyward
again how scarred and scared I am. In every way hardened we all are
a family of laborers, worn and reinvigorated in the mixing of cement.
Yes, I am a son. I am a father teaching a climb that had long ago begun.
High enough to see far, yet leveled where we finely may start to write
one word by word we are somewhere soon written maybe way up here.
The boards rise the fine brick wall of legacy as ladders reach upward
these cold metal worn stripes inviting us all to rise as we reach up there.
Mortar betwixt the bricks where sticks together our bones, no matter,
we can realize, Truth is nearby all along, somewhere even in our mud.
Joe Bisicchia writes of our shared dynamic. An Honorable Mention recipient for the Fernando Rielo XXXII World Prize for Mystical Poetry, he has written over two hundred individual works that have been published in nearly one hundred publications. Commonality of humankind is a constant theme as he highlights the extraordinary power of faith in ordinary, everyday life. His latest poetry collection, Love Love to Love, published by Cyberwit, delves into the spiritual transcendence of the noun and the verb LOVE. His first collection, widewide.world to unwind, also published by Cyberwit, dares the reader to cut through the layers and complexities of the world and find at the core the true meaning in this gift we all share, simply the God-given gift of love. His website is www.widewide.world.