To My Cousin, Upon His Birth-day

- jan-u-wine


To Bilbo:


It is our birth-day.

Ours.

Like the hot,

tiny bright
eyes

of fire-works,
the word

ascends,
overwriting,
with soft hope

the shadowy
spaces that lie hidden

within.
 
If now,
I,
 
at last
 
truly belong
somewhere,
 
am twined to something,
someone,
 
why,
so is he.
 
It is a strange thing that a solitary
day,
 
an hour,
a minute,
 
took all that mattered to a child's heart
from me,
 
brown water closing over the heads of those
I loved.
 
Just as odd the chance, the solitary chance,
out of all time,
 
that we should share this day.
 
 
Within the sharing,
like a circle which has at last come full,
I have found myself again,
 
found a heart  
by whose side my own
might find healing.
 
Rich brown
 
closes
over my head:
 
the beloved earth of the Hill.
 
At last,
I have found Home.
 
At last,
I have found
 
our
 
Birth-day.




To Frodo:

Decidedly,
I recall
the day the lad was born.
 
How should I not?
 
The news of it, of course,
found its way from Hall to Hill
some few days thereafter,
 
I wondered,
greatly, then,
 
that somehow I should not have known it,
upon the instant,
 
felt the tiny spark of his presence,
woven tight alongside my own.
 
Perhaps
I
 
did know it.
 
Perhaps it was the watchful
quiet
 
that fell upon my heart,
that day,
 
 
perhaps it was the small
happiness I felt
 
as the Sun touched the Hill
with the rose-gold fire
 
of her departure,

perhaps it fell like words
of Elvish making
 
from the Netted Stars themselves.
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~  
   
He is
different,
 
this lad,
 
my lad,
 
sunny and yet shadowed,
as if
 
the world were a joyous
burden
 
to him,
 
as if he'd understood,
straight off,
 
that the pour'd music of
life
 
is rendered somehow
more
 
perfect
from the twining of the bitter
midst the sweet......
 
And it seems to me,
that he
 
hears them all,
 
all
 
the tumbling notes,
too high
 
(or low)
for fleshly ears to follow.
 
His heart
follows them,
 
knows them,
hears them,
 
 
answers
them.
 
I am glad you are here,
little cousin.
 
I am glad you are here,
upon the
 
occasion
of our
 
birth-day.