Let me write fresh words
Let me find the boy inside
Who dug muddy holes
Just to see what was there.
Who lit dangerous fires
And wondered at the dancing beauty of the flames
Who hooked up wires under the bed
and wondered at the power of a switch
Who understood electricity
the day it shot up his boyish arm
But was denied his sexuality for 25 years
And his courage for even longer.
Today, I wipe the slate clean and start afresh.
