PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

From my the first term of my freshman year,

my parents transported me

westward on Interstate Seventy;

with the seeds of a new and more spiritual identity

already planted, and therein to thrive

(despite too often personal foolery and fear)

upon the promise that the future shall arrive.

My parents spoke words against my c.b.,

as if the channel twenty-two community,

was beneath their contempt---a hillbilly scandal

(and they, themselves, clodhoppers, self-righteously).

Even had I known it, I could not have told them the new handle

bestowed by Christ; as I move forward, no longer stalled,

toward Heaven, Starwatcher having evolved to J-Called.