Whirlwind Of A Person Poem by Kim Dang

Outwardly declared to be riddled with the unfortunate
It's as if the world is filled with words and you're an illiterate
You question every bit of it.

Knowing in your heart that you have to guard yourself
And your hurt you wear on your sleeves like you can't help yourself
So instead of reciprocating one love, you'll love everyone else.

Suddenly here you are at another age precipice.
It's three separated by four, yet still connected.
Still plotting your fame for that UFC game.
Working 12 hour elongated days.

After the brief imprisonment,
after the sacrifice of earlier pleasures for financial stability
You want to reap your rewards - its what you said to me.
The bedroom is your lair, you animal, among ruffling sheets.

But despite the storm that's always internally raging
Within your presence I feel the thumps from the biggest heart, pacing.
There's meaning to your conversation, as if everything
has enough rap, rhyme or reason to procure a legend.
There's a type of suffocating vulnerability.

There' s a tenderness sweater than rock sugar derived from beets
So in this annual celebration of your existence, I'll say raise my glass to say - cheers…

To $4000 vacant toilet seats, to $12000 fences, and to $300 canisters of tea.
To noses-buried-in-your-armpit banal comfortability.
To viewing the world in dollar signs, carelessly giggling.

To upward glancing gazes as if searching for approval.
To smiles bursting at the seams - blatantly gleeful.
Containing introductions to take down, submissions and THC filled lungs

...I'm only barely scratching the meaning of Wing Chung

A toast to exhaustive patience, to every caress infused with consideration,
As you wrap those in your proximity with the warmest embrace and,

I'll say cheers...

to a delightful whirlwind
of a person
you are to me, dear.

Happy Birthday Tim.