festival boy

prince, peasant,
boatman, land rover,
wandering bird
with deepening nests.
some dragons are fire,
some water, or air or
earth, but he is
the meeting of all.
mover and shaker,
stones will move
and shake when he
invents for us
the desire for festivity.
the dance won't stop,
because the music
never stops.

a dozen busy arms
perform twenty four
busy tasks. the saw
does not stop singing,
the tractor will not
sit and rust, projects
beget two-fold projects.
no matter the occasion,
he is the forefront
of it all, strong of back,
facing down the rain
and wind, hoisting
sail, making electricity,
smoothing the dance
floor, beating a path
to celebration.

and there he is,
in the eye of the storm,
tall and commandeering,
like some apparition
of churchill or macarthur,
persevering and conquering,
providing, laughing,
laughing.