• Grant Handgis

Grant Handgis ~ Author/Poet

Watching Young Among Us

The sun hung heavy

near the island, recapturing

the warm glow it stole

behind the silver intruders

moving with their own

across the sky

in dancing shadows

teasing the contented families

and squealing niños, running

naked upon the sand

A game of futbol

developed, after loosening

up practice, ring antics

for eager young muscles, while

beautiful young women strolled

upon the wetted avenue, oblivious

to incredible feats of fanciful

footwork, a hero's purse

for the one who was handed

a turn of the head, or even

a smile, which could carry

such treasures

worn heavy as medals of war

for all other young bucks

to share, reminding me

of my own youthful urges, when

love was ruled by a rising stallion

and death was a measure of

honor, beauty was tonic

for the soul, and whatever

returned was a gift from the

Gods, still now

the look of youth upon this eye

reflects a flame of years consumed

humble traveler, student of life

and lover of vision, who's knowledge

has come to know the learned touch

of a woman, matured in years

and life's prevails and

worn paths of men

who wander still in search

of gold

Yet now I grasped another

secret of the heart

I've come to know so well

looking upon the tender flowers

in the meadow on the hill

I need not pluck the fragile

stalk growing in the sun

to treasure the fragrance

and know the essence

so vital to its life

An afternoon on the beach was worth two poems, as that was the general gathering place of the young. It was where so much of Mexican life could be observed without moving from any single spot. For me, this poem sums up the new philosophical perspective I was coming to realize about myself, my life. Seeing the young men parley practice into a media show for the young women strolling the beaches was a beautiful thing. Of the young, doing what the young do, and me observing impartially from the sidelines. It was during that twilight of looking back at my own youth that I began to better understand the differences between the heart of the young, and that of an aged man, looking back.


g. Michael Handgis Photography


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