I am the keeper of the Transformers.
The gateway to Thomas the Tank Engine, Spiderman, and Captain America,
I am the helper of badass kids who want what they want when they want it
but learn to get what they get when they earn it.
I am silent bubbles bringing open-mouthed belly laughs,
quiet praise and jubilant exclamations for cleaned up blocks,
bottoms in chairs, fingers on noses, and hands not used for hitting.
I am a Swamp Monster, a Potato Head, a Poo-poo Face, and
a doctor who doesn’t even know the names of all the Pokemons.
I can certainly be a disappointment.
I am words on a page hiding a face,
I am longing for connection behind the plain-face type.
I am gentle and fierce; fiercely gentle and tough —
I will stand up while sitting down with words that give me
a presence I don’t understand.
I am a fighter of injustice, I am
finding, using, discovering, uncovering
my voice; I am
scared of, trying to find, racing towards, running from
my power; I am
I am quick to smile,
hiding in a crowd,
swallowed by extroversion.
I am dog kisses and long walks at the park.
The saver of stinkbugs and earthworms,
the prayer that is whispered for road kill
and the first to smash a cricket.
I am full of contradictions and far from perfect.
I am sleepless nights.
Long emails and handwritten notes in the mail:
I am a vaguely familiar melody.
I am too much, too intense, too emotional:
an out-of-bounds, free-form soul
expanding the edges of my existence.
I am inviting you to join me.
I am not enough for all I want to create,
but always finding all I can be. I am bearing my soul because
it’s the only way I know to change the world.
I am one gateway of hopeful change in a world that needs
as I open myself to being