The Blue-Eyed Foundling
Recreate a Life of Innocence and Security Before it’s too Late
Crying out for warmth
Alone in his risky universe
Reaching out for the light that is splintered through his blanket
The nutrition and safety of the umbilical cord has become just an ancient memory
This Foundling’s early childhood may have been uprooted and disturbed by the unnatural order of things
Luckily, he grows up to be an upstanding citizen with smarts and charm
Albeit without the protection required in his risky universe
He is praised for his accomplishments but he is desperate for the next compliment even if it is a lie
His confidence is bolstered by his physical strength but much of it blows away like a cirrus cloud
He finds love a few times but it does not complete him
He does not understand the struggle of love, of presence, and where his contempt comes from
His wheelhouse was of working out, cooking, sailing, and gardening
All pastimes that reciprocated love;
Love of self and of nature yet he will sink, unable to loosen his grip (or it on him) on a 500-pound weight and sodden sunflowers, taking him down to the bottom of the sea
And not just once or twice
He did not know the risks of trusting his universe
This people pleasing man did not know that the world was not ready for his giving soul, however misguided
He wanted only the best for all, yet he is empty as a dried-up umbilical cord
This man-child does not understand why he is beaten down like a homeless man on Madison Avenue
This man-child becomes desperate to bury the ill feelings and memories that broke ground like an earthquake from within his soul on some unremarkable evening
As if ripped from the birth canal, he tears at his soul trying to find out why he was starved of his innocence
Day lilies are only alive for one day, one day at a time
What happens to the dead day lilies of yesterday?
Its head gets snapped from its beauty; tossed to the ground; as if carelessly slapping a mosquitoes’ life from one’s arm
But true to form, Mother Nature does not disappoint
There are always more to come the next morning like hope, like a fresh new day
This father, husband, entrepreneur inherently chose the bottle to fix the unearthed dastardly stakes within his soul
His innocence is captured like a firefly at dusk
He is in a time capsule filled with dirty things, horrific memories that cannot be drowned without the bottle
Terminal emptiness fills his voids. Those voids wait to be filled with love, compassion, and the security of emotional intimacy
“I am lost”
Says the man who sailed with the stars guiding him
Says the man who traveled to the end of the earth and planted a coconut tree
Says the man who never needed a map or GPS who is now lost deep into his sanity
Lost
Lonely
Scared
Like a foundling waiting for a home
Waiting for Mama Bear to tell him where to navigate his life without the bottle
To find the inner strength to run, climb, and find his way putting the Ego to bed forever
This Blue-Eyed Foundling will someday find his world filled with Scottish blue belles, tall sunflowers and learning that although day lilies have a short life, they are filled with the precious magic the way Life is…Short
