I Am (Exploding) Poem by Eric Cockrell

i am, become...
i am the first buds of spring
on the frozen branch,
i am the soft underbelly
of the rabbit just caught.
i am fresh trout in the skillet,
and the song of the water.
i am the lone star
on the blackest of nights.

i am the cry of the woman
giving birth to the child.
i am the cry of the child
coming into the world.
i am the cry of the world
whose children are lost.
i am the foundations of freedom
bought and sold on the square.

i am the dream of liberty
America gave to the world.
i am the lies and the greed
that destroyed the dream.
i am the guts and the bruises,
the stink, and the sweat...
the man and the woman who stand
and protect the door.

i am the garden just planted,
the pup just brought home.
i am the ball and the glove,
the ninth inning hero.
i am books read and thoughts exchanged,
and honest talk...
i am the prayer that brings dawn,
and the peace that brings night.

i am family, i am neighbor,
i am friend, i walk beside...
i am gathered up, lathered up,
and ready to ride!

i am revolution, i am courage,
i am America exploding...
i am, become...