I saw Superman, again….
I saw Superman walk down my hallway today and he didn’t and doesn’t care what you think about him. He was a white-boy with dread-locked hair that’s long enough to tuck behind his ears and he smelled like the stink and rot of unwashed bodies in tight and closed places. I’ve smelled his kith and kin in hovels bare and small. I’ve sat and listened to their stories of life and things passed-by and wondered at their truth and then found that it didn’t matter, those things and they, well…they became true in the telling. And today, as he shuffled past me in his coke-bottle glasses with scratches and old and yellowed tint from age and sun and wear, the arms hooked over ears with huge and fearsome gauges stuck in the lobes causing holes that would be large as a ring on my thumb, he shuffled past in that mess and whatnot with torn jeans and ravaged converses as he huddled his face into the small baby of two months or less and whispered his whiskered and loving words into his tiny self. He whispered kind nothings and stink and I didn’t smell his breath, but neither did the baby as he lay there cuddled and warm against that chest in the torn and fake-leather jacket and was loved by him in all that it meant to him. That baby there was cherished in those moments where he existed in my life and Superman had him and rocked his world…and I hope he remembers that love when life comes on him hard and rough as it sometimes will…I hope he remembers that his Daddy loved him, then.
***This is a Favorite Re-post from October, 2010.
I really do love that…beautiful words…beautiful imagery. Nice way to start the day 🙂
October 31, 2012 at 7:38 am
Thank you, Nate…I appreciate your comment. I’m glad it helped start the day nicely…. 🙂
November 5, 2012 at 7:36 am
Shivers, Scott. Incredible. Again.
October 31, 2012 at 8:53 am
Thank you very much, Karen.
November 5, 2012 at 7:33 am
You paint fine word pictures Scott with an eye for detail and a felt sadness.
October 31, 2012 at 10:52 am
Thank you, John…I’m glad you sensed the emotion, too.
November 5, 2012 at 7:34 am
a good poem for Halloween… a bit of horror and a bit of hope.
October 31, 2012 at 11:09 am
Yes, Shimon…and a bit of hope…. Thank you.
November 5, 2012 at 7:35 am
What I love about your writing, as I think I have said before, is the energetic rhythm you give to the phrasing, and the force of the sounds. Although I am reading silently in a public place, I can hear the narrative voice clearly in my head. It is a marvelous reading experience. The images , too, are wonderfully vivid, involving all the senses. A captivating scene with very memorable characters.
October 31, 2012 at 12:30 pm
You’re so kind, Melanie…and thank you for your words…very much. 🙂
November 5, 2012 at 7:37 am
Gotta agree with Nut Balls. Great way to start out a day…
October 31, 2012 at 4:32 pm
Thank you, Miss Gunta…and good ol’ Nut Balls…. 🙂
I’m glad I was able to help your day start out well…..
November 5, 2012 at 7:38 am