I'm a 68 year old white dude, husband, father and grandfather.I became interested in poetry some years ago at a conference given by Robert Bly. I used to live in San Francisco, North Beach, where I soaked up some beat vibes. Lawrence Ferlinghetti was my neighbor for a time. That's why I use the name Friscobeat as my nom de plume. Other than reading lots of poetry, I'm entirely self taught. That can be either a fact or an excuse., I am extremely excited about the possibilities flowing from the Occupy movement. Since I'm not moving around much these days (I'm in wheelchair with MS) and because I want to do something in support, I started a weblog called Poetry Occupying Occupy. You can find it at Http://poetryoccupyingoccupy.com.
She rises from our bed like a satisfied sigh
and as her sleeping gown slides to the floor
the sun's first rays softly illuminate her body.
She becomes clearer as I wake
and I see her ripening curves
holding the future for us all.
Though I am old enough to be her father,
the father of her offering is ageless.
Though I might not have enough days
to be with her at the birth, I am content.
In the beauty of her womanhood and
in the fierceness of her painful giving she
affirms the rhythm of the world that always returns
to balance, simplicity, transparency and equity.