This is a poem by my friend Kevin Paul.
Fireside
I like cold beer and noisy housewives
and little kids with rosy cheeks
who tell the truth. And good friends
who embarrass me and see all the things
that made me blind. I want to hold your
hand and walk in the park and get caught
up in your wheel of life. A thousand
little universes, the peaceful kingdoms,
the soft places to land. I want to find
your comfort, that easy fireside existence.
I’ve seen so many glimpses of that tender
moment, soft sunlight in straight lines,
desire, and the most vulnerable of hopes.
