I was delighted to see my poem, Kilroy, featuring in this beautiful journal.
Kilroy
You have battled many faceplants
before crawling, another victory;
now you march on and reach a hand
to the edge of the coffee table, steady
before the quivered jolt of hand number two,
press your fingers down and rest your chin
on the smooth walnut surface. I see you,
I say to the snub nose and two-tooth grin
and in the excitement you lose your grip,
tumble to floorboard world, left to clench
at curtains, tug the wires, or sit to stare
at the mirror. You’ll be back, like a conscript
for another battle, but now in the trench
you can say, once I made it. I was here.