Day 8: I Am a Soldier

I am a soldier

Though sometimes when I finish a book

I kiss the cover like a tender forehead

I am a soldier

Though more than I'd like to admit,

I hear my mom's words when she sees a beggar:

"That's some momma's baby."

I am a soldier

Though I found wild blackberries out on the trail

Stained my mouth purple eating them, talked to the squirrels

I am a soldier

Though the three minutes of coral sunset with the windows down

Felt like the most important moment of today

I am a soldier

Though sometimes I feel it necessary and proper

To skip the alarms, the work, the plan

And do some kissing, a whole lot of kissing