Best Man, May 2021
Sometimes a belt can buckle us in
on this mysterious ride of life
Holding our identities
As they grow and shift and rise
And sometimes our walks
Can find new beginnings
in the shapes of what has been
Before we even existed
In the era’s of our kin
A Marker of time
That when taken up
Needed a brand new hole
A puncture to fit
The youth of oneself
Before expansion moved it forward
And now it tickles the imagination
to imagine another
finding their stand
And being held by the worn remembrance
Engraved in the words
Best Man
