Quite some time back, I did an interview with former Titan Man, Josh O’Hara. Since that time he and I have become good friends, and I enjoy seeing him every visit to San Francisco. He’s a beautiful man, but I think we as a community should start distinguishing what we mean by that. When I say Josh is beautiful, it is because he is as kind, good, and intelligent as he is handsome. Here is a poem he wrote (some of the imagery of which reminds me of my Valentine haiku from February, 2010). I love it, and I hope you do, too.
by Josh O’Hara
there will be no children passing from my door
to play in the hinterland of the summer stricken fields.
The dandelions will continue-
as they have for centuries,
to slumber on hilltops
winds rage through a cold,
and wild Nantucket.
Summer is a fable here.
I contemplate the rising heat from your skin
that swirls into the glacial sky.
I am struck by the beauty that is you
I can begin to imagine
what it would be like:
To hold your hand through an Indian Summer.
Bending low. Leaning low.
Though not breaking-
Yet, falling still-
scatter with the wind
Casting me into the wilderness