JOHNMICHAEL SIMON POETRY

Children of accidental origins

their tiny faces (soon to be as recognizable as your own)

puckered into new-born grimaces and yawns

 

Children of accidental origins

futures sketched across the zodiac

spread budding wings, jazzy rainbows

 

Children of accidental origins

compose tomorrow’s music

fly to distant galaxies on beams of light

 

Children of accidental origins

announce their unexpected truths

while munching breakfast cereal

 

You think of The Little Prince, Star Trek,

Moses in the bulrushes

popsicles and trampolines

 

as they sit there laughing at you

for not instantly recognizing

their friends and heroes

 

Later you meet them

holding hands in pubs

or at amphitheaters and stadiums

 

Cheering wildly

smiling on huge billboards

or on Facebook and You Tube

 

Chatting with one another

and sending selfies

out into empty space

 

Suddenly meeting

roomfuls of

newly discovered buddies

 

As a face in a huge mirror

slowly resolves itself

into a now familiar Buddha or emoji