Poem-There in Back

There in the Back

I have this power in my back pocket that I pull out from time to time.
Sorry if you get blown away.
 
I have this power,
in my back pocket.
It is a subtle presence,
unlike a damned snuff can in the back.
More like a condom,
a solemn purpose.
Subtle as a storm,
light as a volcano.
 
I carry this immensity
this planet of monstrous power
this volume of heart stopping velocity
in my back pocket
to pull out from time to time.
Just so
in the palm of my hand.
It can be blown off soft as a feather
but shatters the world when it touches the ground.
 
I have it.
This subtle presence,
this magical force which could steal the breath from your lungs-
all this and more
in my back pocket.
I pull it out from time to time,
shower it with sun in my bare hands.
It can pick up glints of molten metal
reflect that light.
 
I have this power in my back pocket that I pull out from time to time,
to remind
we are here,
thumping this pavement without old souled shoes,
thumping in these bones.
We can-
we should remember
what it is to be blown away.