Vows of the libre luchador ( welcome home )

This is a turning point..... My heart, my daughter, those boys and my now confident intent to be a better man all grown up. The commitment to you, the gift of your love and stern womanly guidance..seeking wisdom in the breast of God and our new Earth partnership under that far reaching sky He created ..

This isn’t last year when I frustratedly ran from the house into the bubbler

This isn’t last summer when the heat stole my moisture and I stumbled aimlessly into confused hieroglyphs

This isn’t a moment given to deceit...these are the smooth dropped feathers of the first communion I have actively participated in

You
Born of the ash and soil, raised by wings and celestial breath

Me
Staggering to sprinting, staggering to speaking in spiralled metals on this day of Pentecost

I am writing vows with concrete and bone...crumbling these words into action and intent... You the beautiful masked in all that strength

All for us and them, being us and we will because you, you I love...

Art credit:1st image: Libre Luchador mask . 2nd image: Javier Mayoral, Wrestlers, 2017